We were supposed to go camping tonight. I was going out back to give the dog some water and to make sure she had lots of food. Just as she has done everyday for 14 years so excitedly jumped up to see me. Only this time she broke her back hips.
I heard it.
Clearly.
I started screaming for my wife in the house, but all the windows were closed and she couldn’t hear me. I couldn’t walk away from the dog cause she was trying to follow me, dragging her hind end behind her. Finally I get into the back porch and get my youngest’s attention. “Go get your mom and don’t come out here”
My wife gets outside and I am leaned over the dog, half crying. This is what I have been dreading for a year. She has not been in pain, I check her everyday but she hasn’t been her self. Slowed down. Pooping where ever shes standing.
I tell myself I can’t take her to the vet to be put down. I can’t do it. I took my daughters cat 3 months ago and it ranks with one of the worst things I have been around for. This dog is like one of my kids. I always called her “my oldest girl”. Suddenly the dog is up, and able to walk a few steps without limping! WTF?
I say to my wife, what do i do? “its your call” she says. The dogs rear quarters then colapse. Then she gets up. Then again.
I pet her for a moment, my wife goes to tell the girls and ask them if they want to come say goodbye. Meanwhile I am beside myself. Bawling. Wife comes back out. I say I am taking her. Lift her into the car.
She hasn’t so much of whimpered since I heard the snap and was able to straighten her out (she was bent in a gross position at first) . I am trying to drive through the tears, and remember the other dogs I have lost in my life. I remember when I was 12 and put down my first dog, it was the first time I saw my dad cry. This may be the first time Claire (my youngest) has seen me cry, am not sure.
After leaving her in the car to go make arrangements I go back out to bring her in. I got a 20 year old person who works there with me, and I am trying to hold it together but am a complete mess. The dog is now in shock. Doesn’t respond when she sees me, or to anything I say. I pick her up and carry her in. Its awful. One of the worst thing I ever done.
I think about all the times I was too tired to walk her.
All the times I yelled at her for barking when she just wanted to be petted.
All the times I took the best dog I ever owned for granted.
I loved that dog like a child. More than once my wife growled “you worry more about that dog than me”. but all I could think of tonight was no more walks. No more chances.
It took every ounce of everything in me not to drown my self in Jack Daniels tonight. That or put my hand through a wall. Likely both if i had started drinking.
Hospital bed thinking I was having a heart attack.
22 day migraine that resulted in 6 trips to doctors.
Losing my last grandparent.
Worried about the health of my father and his wife.
Other family shit that won’t be brought up here.
Putting down two family pets.
Great fucking year I am having.
I love you Maggie. Goodbye.





