I just don't have it in me.
He's fourteen or thereabouts.
He's really, really deaf, but likes to bark a lot and he's somewhat blind, but if he sees you, he wants you to love on him.
He especially likes to have his face and muzzle loved on and his little head will become dead weight in your hands if he's really enjoying it.
He was one of Johns' dogs & his name is Bear.
I was told to take him to the vet for his final trip.
'Dont worry about it. I'll take care of him.'
I just couldn't do it.
And so, Bear has been with us since I returned from the beach.
He loves me and he rivals with Smokie for my affections.
Smokie and Bear... two boys.
Both named by other people, both in fact named by guys named John, both fated to be put down and both living with me...
Bear...whose old age and hips had him struggling to stand and yelping in pain, now jumps in circles around me when I come home....and I have yet to hear him yelp.
My dogs didn't know or care that he was an old timer and they made no special concessions for him.
It's like he, himself, has nw forgotten what it was like to live like an old man.
We never can tell where fate will take us and how free will will impact that fate...
I just couldn't take him...
it's not his time.
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