I never post twice in one day, but I felt this warranted it.
As many of you know, our "original" dog, Cheyenne, has been living with my mom for the past year. We couldn't bring her here because she has no control over her potty functions; since this is a rented house, we couldn't risk having her potty all over the floor. There's also no grass in the backyard - just cement and the pool - so we couldn't let her outside (we take Emma out in front, but Cheyenne couldn't handle walking all the way out there).
We just got a phone call from my mom telling us that it's time. Our puppy (who is about 20 years old now) can't see, keeps falling (her back legs aren't supporting her), is going to the bathroom uncontrollably, and appears to be stone deaf. Mom says that she isn't in any pain, but she can't make that call. Hubster and I both agreed that it's time to set her free. We see the vet on Wednesday for Emma, so we'll talk to him about when to do it while we're there.
Cheyenne has been the best dog anybody could ask for all these years. We adopted her from the Arizona Animal Shelter shortly after we got married; nobody was looking at her as she sat in her enclosure, and even I walked right past her. I finally noticed her and went to the fence; she walked up, laid her face against the chain link, and closed her eyes. It was love at first sight. She's been a loving and loyal companion, and I've only heard her bark a few times in all these years. I can't believe that it's time to put her down, even though we knew this day was coming. I'm sort of numb.
I have to go. I can't see the screen anymore.