The passing of an era

Well,
Today sucks. How is it possible to love a small furry creature so much it pains your soul to say good bye? We had to take our Llasa Apso, Fitzy, to the vets today to be put to sleep. Can I just say what a crappy metaphore that is? I mean really, he wasn't going to sleep, he was being put to death. Yes I KNOW it was best for him. He couldn't eat, he could barely walk, couldn't see, couldn't smell and he was having a hard time just drinking water. But... I KNOW Fitzy did not want to relinquish life. Stuborn to the end, he fought death all the way.

You have to understand Fitzy to know how he lived his life. He was a brilliant, cantankerous, stubborn, loving little dog who worshipped me and despised my husband. Which is ironic seeing that he was Kurt's dog before I came into the picture. But as soon as I came on board, Fitzy knew life was going to be GOOD. Yes, I admitt i spoiled the hell out of him. And there was really nothing Kurt could do about it. He was allowed to sleep on the bed, beg at the table, have special treats and go to doggie spa at least once a month

Eventhough we have three other dogs Fitzy will be sorely missed. I enjoyed his constant precence, his unwavering loyalty, and his persistance to always get the final crumb & morsel available.

He was a wonderful little dog. I will miss him.