Those dang peanut butter crusts ...

A few weeks ago I wrote about Bill and I’s life with Looper.

My first baby.

As Bill says … she was the “Forest Gump” in our lives … meaning she was there for every important event of our lives together since December of 1995.

This morning we said goodbye to our sweet Loop.

It was time.  The last month or more feeding Looper was tricky.

No dog food for her.

All those chicken breasts I had to cook came in handy, pancakes, peanut butter sandwiches … and when Bill realized he had just gone through a drive thru to order 2 cheeseburgers for the dog?!? … I kinda knew then her days were numbered.

She enjoyed those McDonalds burgers though …. she really did.  :)

On Saturday I barely got her to eat and Sunday … nothing.

And I knew.

I knew it was the “compassionate” thing.  I knew she was tired. I knew it was the right thing.

It was a decision we didn’t want to have to make, but we needed to do it.

And Bill and I went this morning.  I loved on her and cried.  I think the poor little grim reaper of a vet’s assistant felt really badly - I think I might have been more than he was anticipating for his summer job.

We didn’t stay.  I couldn’t.

And I did just fine when we got home.  Just fine all morning in fact.  I KNOW it was the right thing.  I do.  Probably should have done it sooner.

Seeing her dog food bowls was o.k.  Thinking I saw her walk up to the back door and almost telling the children to let her in was fine too.

But when Jacob ate his peanut butter sandwich for lunch and left the crust just like he always does?

Well, that did me in.

Looper always ate Jacob’s crusts.

Always.

And it hurt so much that she wasn’t there to give them to her.

Still does.

I’ll miss you forever Loop.