Chace was my dog and when April came along he wasn't doing to well. The night my mom told me that we would need to put him down with in the next two days I held him and cryed, but that would have never prepared me for the day to come. I got home from school with hopes of one last day, but my mom told me 4:30, I had less than an hour. I held him and cryed till that time came along. I went with my dad and watched as his spirit was let free, back where he and I had come from.
I walked out of the vets in tears, knowing he was happy and healed, but knowing that I wouldn't be able to hold him until the day I would make my return to my home. He was and will all ways be my goodboy forever.
This was my attempt at a poem of my feelings at the last day of mine with Chace, my dog who we had adopted on 2010. It is true that I watched his spirit leave him, in that room with my dad, a vet, and me. I cannot express words of how much I love him and miss him, but I know that he is happy and free of his hurting, and he is always looking out for me. Thru the gospel I know that he is free and happy and with my Grandma Sue who I know is watching over him.
He will always be a part of our family and our memories.