Four years ago today we held our baby Frosty as he took his last breath. He was the first of our dogs to die. The day I’ve always dreaded– the day I may have to euthanize one of my beloved companion animals was happening.
It is a horrible feeling to desire just one moment more when you know that moment causes more pain for the one you wish to hold onto.
Frosty, you funny, sweet, smart, mischievous, stubborn, loveable dog– we miss you so very much. It feels like an eternity since I’ve felt your velvet ears or felt you good morning kisses on my cheek. The loss doesn’t lessen as the years go by.