Luna was a good friend for 17 years. She’d been through a lot with me, but her health began to fail as of late.
Towards the end, she could scarcely walk, and I wasn’t sure if she could recognize me. It was time.
Putting a dog to sleep may be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’s one thing to have one pass; it’s another thing altogether to have to make the decision, and to see it carried out.
She was a hound, and like all hounds, a bit pensive and shy around strangers. Once she warmed to someone, she was utterly loyal. She was maternal to small children and puppies. She hated water, but loved the hot sun in summertime.
She had a keening howl that was only sounded when she was happy to see someone. When she slept, she curled into a tight ball, much like a coyote. Her dreams, when she had them, were apparently quite vivid.
I hope she’s living them out now somewhere. I’ll miss you, girl.
