I am thankful for the day we had five euthanasias.
We were on the third. Or fourth. Stephanie asked how I was doing. "Okay," I said. "You?" "Okay," Stephanie whispered. I've long considered that the day - even the moment - that we became friends.
One euthanasia was a home euthanasia. The big gorgeous Shepard belonged to a friend of Julie's. Julie met Kelly, Russ and I at the home, and we had an entire service. A friend of the dog's Dad sang a song and played guitar. It was beautiful.
We were physically and emotionally spent. We went home knowing that our day had mattered. Had been sacred even.
It was going to happen with or without us. Being able to be there to help was a blessing.
When I arrived home, I wrote this...
ONE YEAR AGO
SERVICE DOGS, THERAPY DOGS AND EMOTIONAL SUPPORT DOGS
TWO YEARS AGO