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Remembering Lady.

The day after this is written. My dog, no... my greatest friend will be put to sleep. Her name is Lady.

11 years ago we saved her from a pound, she was just a week away from being put to sleep before we got her. I remember it clearly. It was second grade when we got her. She was a hyperactive little pup. An akita boarder collie mix. Back then I was a maniac about Pokemon (who wasn't back then?) and I wanted to name her Growlith. Though ultimately it was dad who picked her name, Lady.

I remember spending the first month sleeping downstairs. To help her get adjusted, my folks fenced her up in the kitchen and I was to sleep just outside the fence to watch her. She got so nervous she chewed the side of the kitchen island... which I got chewed out for for some reason. Needless to say Lady adjusted quite well.

Though she did run away a lot. Not too far. Usually to the neighbor's yard or to my dad's friend's house who used to live near us. And because of my horrible describing skills, I often confused people by saying that I was looking for a black and white dog with a scorpion tail.

As the years went by, new faces joined our family. Like the late Weeby and soon Abner. Lady was still strong.

Though... last two years, her age began to show. She was getting Arthritis. So we put her on a medicine and it really helped her. Though soon even the Medicine was useless as she got more and more worse. We knew she didn't have much time left. So we made sure she had the best times ever. And she did. She was able to meet my sister's new dogs Hans and Teddy. She was there for my eighteenth birthday. Always there to greet us with a smile. Always getting spoiled by Grandma and got alot of biscuits whenever she came to let her out to do her business.

Lately she's been having trouble breathing. A large lump began to form in her throat and it made her hard of breath. Which was noticeable when she barked or panted.

Today my dad told us that he got an appointment scheduled to put her down. It's for the best. We don't want her to suffer anymore. But I was crushed. It wasn't long ago that we had to put down our cat Weeby. That and it's the first week of my senior year... I just wish I could do something. I hate feeling so helpless. I wanted to type this down because I knew if I tried talking about it I would break down in tears. Thank you for taking the time to read this. And may Lady have a happy afterlife at the Rainbow Bridge with Weeby.