Showing posts from August, 2013

One Good Dog.

For my 5th birthday, I got the best present I could dream of: a puppy! A dachshund to be exact. She was black and tan, short-haired, and we named her Missy after a dog in a movie I liked. We had sweet Missy for sixteen years and 11 months. She was just short of her 17th birthday in August when we had to have her put down in July.

What is it about dogs that is so special? I can tell you that. My favorite quote from the movie "Marley and Me" is this one, the last line of the movie:

"A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water-logged stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?"

On Tuesday, July 9th, the day finally came for my dog Missy to be put down. We all knew it was time. There …