Zulu, my little dog, was harder. She was failing in her mind more than her body, or maybe it was both. She'd pace like she was lost and uncomfortable, and really became very confused and difficult. It was really frustrating, and painful when she didn't want to sit with me anymore and would just pace. It was hard to know exactly what day was the right day to take her in. She failed rapidly after Logan was gone, they were inseparable and he was the only thing she still seemed familiar with. When I picked a day finally, only a month after putting Logan down, putting her down did not go easily and her confusion ripped me up. I wish I could take that day back. It still haunts me. I don't like to think about it. She was my dog in college... and we were together nearly 17 years. I fight hard to remember her as a young dog so full of vigor, and smart as a whip.
I always thought she looked like a mountain goat in this picture.
Here they are together... two days before Logan's back went out, about a month before I had her put down.
