It’s looking like Tuesday is going to be the day that I have to say goodbye to my puppy. I want it to happen in the backyard at my parents’ house, in the sunshine, with me holding him right up to the end. My dad is going to talk to our vet today (he lives a block from my parents) to ask if it can be done at the house. If not then we’ll have to take him down to the office.
I want to have him cremated and then bury him under the Nana tree in the backyard. When my mum’s mum passed away, Mum planted a tree as a living memory for her. Logan used to love to sniff under the tree and just hang out. I think it’s fitting that two loved ones can be remembered there.
I know that it’s time, and I know that we are lucky that we get to make this decision, rather than having events beyond our control taking him. But that doesn’t make it any easier to contemplate saying goodbye to my childhood friend.
Animals are so special in that they teach us how to love unconditionally. I have been blessed to have had almost 18 years of love from Logan.
The world will be a little bit darker for me after Tuesday.