<![CDATA[Maria Burgess Author Artist Entrepreneur

I just had to make one of the toughest decisions a pet owner ever goes through. I took my beloved canine to the vet for euthanization. This issue has been bothering me for weeks. I was afraid I'd find him on my floor already gone and decided to hasten the process and bring him peace.

The morning started off in a good way. I went home and picked him up and held him. I washed his face and readied myself to walk this sad road.

i can't even type right now, the tears are falling again...

I had been tossing over this choice for a few weeks now. His health has declined terribly over the past couple of months. Wilbur was a wonderful companion to me and I felt the need to memorialize him any way I could. He deserved it. He was sweet spirit and will always hold my heart.

The decision came when I started writing his memorial page and posting pictures of him. I realized how sickly he had become. Last year we had a vet visit that was not very promising so I took him on several adventures over the year. You can read about all of our exploits and this final challenge here in these posts:

How to Give an Old Dog the Time of His Life
https://pethelpful.com/dogs/How-to-Give-an-Old-Dog-the-Time-of-His-Life

A Tribute to My Dog Wilbur
http://simple-terms.blogspot.com/2016/08/tribute-to-my-dog-wilbur.html

The Mercy of Euthanizing a Beloved Pet
https://crittermom-chronicles.blogspot.com/2016/08/the-mercy-of-euthanizing-beloved-pet.html

The mood has been rather dark these last few hours. I am coping with not only this decision, but the reality of no longer having my furbaby by my side. The choice was very clear to me as I looked through the collection of pictures I had of him. His face was tired, his eyes no longer shined and he no longer greeted me with a smiley, begging form. He lay listless on my floor until I came to him and let him know I was home. I held him often in these last days. He could no longer see or hear. His world had gone dim.

In final, may I say that it was a privilege and a pleasure to know this little furbaby and I will always think of him as I go about my journey. His ended August 12, 201 at about 8:00 am. May God carry him through to the other side in peace. He deserved his rest.

I wrote a poem for him and for all those who have lost an animal called An Animal's Prayer. It may be found here in my Zazzle Store on various products.

May your spirit be at peace and your body whole again, Sweet Wilbur. I will miss you until the day I walk toward you on the Rainbow Bridge!

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