It's funny how you can know something is coming and try to prepare yourself for it only to get sandbagged in the end. Sarek's age and ailing health were no secret to me yet having to finally make the decision and put him down hit me like a ton of bricks. For the last week I've been riding an emotional roller coaster wondering if I was doing the right thing for him or for me. He quit eating and I felt I had no choice: I simply could not and would not stand by and watch him slowly starve to death. We made the final journey to the vets this morning and Sarek went walkabout. Fair winds and blue skies my old friend. You will be missed.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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