As anyone who has ever shared their life with a pet knows, there comes a time when a hard decision has to be made. Yesterday was one of those days at our house.
Willard had been a big part of our family for more than 12 years...he was almost a year old when we got him--he'd started life as a show dog, but his handler was moving so he needed a home. And we were so lucky that he moved in with us and became Willard Scott.
Willard spent most of his time with me--and made it abundantly clear that he was MY DOG. Nevertheless, he loved all of his people...
And until darn close to the end was a master at trash-stealing...here he is enjoying every molecule of ice cream left in an already rinsed out container.
We know this had to be done...Willard knew it too, and was ready.
Still, it's gonna be a sniffly and teary weekend around here.