It was time

On February 16th Cherokee had to be put down. He was the best dog we ever had. It was the hardest thing our family has ever had to do. But he was old and his muscles were dieing. He had large lumps, ( cyst ) and his heart wasn't doing so good. For his last day we took him outside and played with him. Because he wasn't doing so good, we had to take several brakes. We all had our pictures taken with him. And he was having the best time. By the end of the day he was so tired out and ready to sleep. After dinner, we gave him lots and lots of table scraps. Then we put him in the car. Kirstie, Dad, and I were the only ones to go. The others said their good byes before he left. I sat in the back of the car giving him loves and crying. I had some treats with me, and was giving them to him freely. When we pulled into the shelter, the man came out with the first drug in his hand. Kirstie and I sat in the back of the car with him while the drug took affect. ( the drug was to make him tired and loopy. ) After it did, the man picked him up and carried Cherokee into the building. Kirstie and my Dad went with him, but I stayed in the car, I didn't want to see him that way. A short while later Kirstie and Dad came back out, and we went home. We had to leave his body there, because the ground here is too frozen to make a proper hole, and the animals around here would have dug him up, it was hard to leave him but we had to. It's hard without him, and I can't help but think of him every day. He'll certainly be missed. But we know that he is now in heaven, healthy and young, playing with balls all day.