Oh, where do I begin...prepare yourself, this will be a long post. Well, last week was ROUGH. Everything hit me at once and Peggy was going downhill more and more each day. /:
So Peggy was THE most stubborn, strong willed, most loving dog EVER. Seriously. The last few years we kept thinking "We're going to have to say goodbye this time"...and then she would pull through, stronger than before. It just amazes me to think of how much she went through and was still here to give kisses, chase the cats, try to fetch still, etc. haha She was just so full of life, right up until the moment we REALLY had to say goodbye.
We got her to the truck but then realized she was going to have to be picked up and put in. I went and grabbed a blanket, back outside, picked her up, and put her on the seat. I didn't want to let her go. I sat there telling her I loved her, giving her kisses, saying goodbye, and then Dad said he had to go. As I shut the door...I just had to look away. I did wave and then in the house I went. Once I got in my room, I just BROKE. I don't remember the last time I cried that hard over anything. It was just this huge release and I just couldn't believe I had to say goodbye.