Today was a difficult day. I made an appointment for Boscoe to be put to sleep. But tomorrow will be even worse. I've been crying ever since.
Tomorrow will be our last day together. I plan to spoil him silly.
We gave him a rawhide bone several days ago but he has yet to touch it. I am fixated on him devouring that bone before he goes. I brought him in the house for the first time in three weeks after I made the call. I gave him the rawhide bone again but he was too excited to be in the house with all of us that the bone was no matter.
He is back in the garage for the night but we will have all day tomorrow to try again.
I am still a bit scared of him and I certainly won't have him in the house while Jake is running about. He really seems fine but we just can't chance it. The Second Chance Shelters will not take a dog that has bitten 'his person'! Unless your dog is of a certain BREED.
I can't decide if I need to witness his passing. I can't bare the thought of him looking at me with fear and confusion and disappointment. Or does he deserve to have me there, to comfort and guide him. This is just hard! Shawn doesn't think I need to be there.
I am hurting.
Here's a nice picture of B....
Here's some random pictures from September.
The middle two are of Jake determined to get up the steps with ALL the trucks he could handle. Just don't tell Aunt Shannon he used his teeth!
These two are inseparable. Or should I say, Dad never gets a moment alone.
Too cute and yes, this makes Mama jealous!