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We had to put our black lab (Dixie Snowball) down on Thursday. She would have been 12 on the second of June, so she lived a pretty full life for a lab. She had cancer as well, and had lost quite a bit of weight over the past couple of weeks and Tuesday and Wednesday she seemed confused.
We took her to the vet, and even though it was the right thing to do, it sure as hell didn't make it much easier.,
We had had her (or she had us rather) since she was two weeks old.
The "funny" thing is at the vet, she seemed at peace, like she knew what was going on (of course that's probably wishful thinking). I have had more than a few folks I was close to die in the past 7 years or so, (including one of my best buddies literally die in my arms in Iraq) but I broke down and balled like a damn baby at the vet.
RIP Dixie Snowball
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