Today we put our dog of 12 years down. We got Shaina when she was just 4 years old from some friends of friends who no longer wanted her; they even gave her to us for free. We had no idea how fortunate we were at the time. I still can't believe we got a dog like her for free. She was so incredibly well behaved, and wasn't rowdy or messy or stinky, but she was still SO fun. She was also fluffy, VERY fluffy and she had wonderful floppy, soft ears. I was also personally very fond of her nose, because it was really fuzzy and snuggly. Just about a week ago, Shaina started going to the bathroom inside, and wandering around like she couldn't figure out where she was. She seemed confused and would get stuck back in corners, not realizing that she merely needed to back up to get out. We looked up her symptoms online and discovered she had doggy dementia. It's not something they get over. There are medicines for it, but they're very expensive, and they still wont ever completely heal the dog. So we decided Sunday night that it would be best to put her down before Christmas.
Today Shaina rests peacefully in the ground, but she's very much alive in my mind.