My ex-wife has e-mailed me to tell me that she's going to have to put down her dog.
While we were married, we had two black mixed-breed Labradors, which we got about one year after the other. The youngest absolutely adored the oldest. They grew up together, played together, and would snuggle up against each other on cold nights. They could spend hours playing tug-of-war with old socks, and fighting over tennis balls. They were best friends - pack mates.
And it really broke our hearts to separate them in the divorce, but deep down we knew that's what we had to do. Without a doubt the oldest was "my dog", and the youngest "her dog".
Both of them skirted terribly close to death at approximately the same time. Somehow, my dog is the lucky one who will hopefully live on for several more years.
Tomorrow, my ex-wife will have to put "her dog" down.
It is a very sad day.
i'm so sorry to hear this. i loved watching them play - they were sweet pups. i'll be thinking of heather and freya and you.