It was time. I didn’t want to do it, but I knew it was time. God was calling him home and it was up to me to make his journey to heaven as easy as possible. Poor Snuggums had just had another seisure. For ten minutes he had shivered as he lay unconcious on the floor. When the sahking stopped and he woke, he cried. He had wet himself and the floor.
Snuggums was almost twenty years of age. For over half his life he ran and played on three legs, who had lost his back leg to a car accidnet. But it never slowed him down. At age eighteen he went blind and partailly deaf, but as long as he could find me he didn’t seem to mind. He enjoyed life. his fuzzy wuzzy face smiled at me. The only time he whine was when I wasn’t around. As he grew older he became more upset when I left him. I got to the point I would shut the door to my bedroom and sneak out. He would lie outside my door waiting for me to appear. Over the las few months he had developed the seisures and often when he woke up was unsure where he was. sometimes he acted very afraid until I picked him up and he relized I was holding him. The vet said there was nothng we could do. I knew it was time but I just couldn’t put him to sleep. On that fateful day he looked at me with his sad eyes licked my hand as if to say It is time for you to let me go. All the way to the clinic he licked my hand and while we waited for the shot to take effect, he continued to try to sooth me. He is now in heaven waiting for me to join him so once again we can laugh and love together.