He had really rotten early years. He was a runner (he even tried yesterday when he could barely walk) and when we got him he had been being kept on a chain with only a little shelter thing to go inside. He had to learn that he didn't have to go to to the back of the dog yard and hide there when it rained. I had to go bring him in myself the first time it rained when he was with us. I had to convince the woman I got him from (he'd run away from them 2x in 2 weeks which got them a fine at the humane society for not having tags on him) that we didn't need the shelter because he'd be indoor. He loved being loved but it took a while before he trusted it. But he settled in and his life for the last 8 years was very happy. Lots of good food, trips to the lake, cuddles, attention and soft places to sleep.


I know our decision today was the right one. In a way I'm glad it's over as it's just been getting closer and closer for weeks and it was awful to watch him try so hard. It's also better that my brother (dogsitter) didn't have to make the decision while we are in Canada where we won't have cell service.



I've got to try to sleep. I have to get up at 8:15 to get ready. I think I'm going to take a little bit of extra klonopin. I never know when I should take it or when to take gabapentin. I usually do the gabapentin but the klonopin might be better. But it will also potentially cause hangover.....I hate guesswork.