Last couple of days have been pretty sad. Had to put our pooch down Wednesday. *sniff* She was 16 years old and not in good health - pretty pitiful actually. Was really hard. Kept hoping that she would just go peacefully in her sleep but alas, had to make the decision ourselves. I know it was the merciful and humane thing to do but has really hit me hard. She was a sweet little poodle that we all loved and was a part of our lives.

I'd always joked that true freedom comes when the kids leave home and the dog dies. Well, the kids left home a couple of years ago and now the dog has died. Not as uplifting as I thought...