We said goodbye to Conor tonight in the last light of the day. On the soft, green grass in our front yard we whispered our final words to our pup of 14 years. We stroked his velvety soft ears. We watched for his chest to rise and fall for the final time. My dear friend, Courtney, administered the drug that would relax him and then the drug that would put him to sleep. We cried. We hugged. It was so hard. He has been a part of our family since before we were a family.
We tried to make his last day as good as we could. The kids made a cross. We wrapped his collar around it. The kids wrote "We love you Conor" on it with black Sharpie.
They fed him two bags of treats.
We fed him chicken from the dinner table.
We let him eat the last of the ice cream out of our bowls.
I let him walk the trails in the park off his leash.
It doesn't even come close to what he deserved.
He was a faithful friend to me in college, when I moved to Minnesota, & when we got married, & was good with our kids. He loved to go camping - to curl up on my sleeping bag before I went to bed and get it all warm (and hairy) for me.
He was our puppy-wupster. Our Con-man. Our dog.
Goodbye Conor. You're a good puppy. We love you very much.