This morning we had to have one of our dogs put down.
It was a hard thing to do, but it was the right and humane thing to do. She was all eaten up with cancer and suffering. It still didn't make it easy.
Her name was Daphne. I named her after the character on Scooby Doo. She was pretty and danger prone, just like her namesake.
The wife and I rescued her and her sister Daisy from a shelter down in Arkansas right before they were going to be put down. It was worth it. They both brought us years of happiness and comfort.
I tried to be stoic and strong this morning, but it didn't work very well.
She was a good dog. And she'll be missed by all of us.
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