My good friend Kat Coble had to make the hard decision to euthanize her dog this weekend. She writes about her complete heartbreak:

“Aren’t you pretty?” she said. I immediately lost it and found myself
in this stranger’s arms as she held me and comforted me and told me of
all the dogs she’d “put down” (I cannot stand that phrase). She just
held me and let me cry. Which is good, because when the doctor
sheepishly said “I’m so very sorry” and carried Casey back, my first
impulse was to scream and throw myself between the dog and the door to
his death. Thanks to the strange lady who held me, I only screamed
inside and my dog was able to die in dignity instead of confusion.

I am so sorry for your loss, Kat. I know you will see him again someday. Go give Kat some hugs today. She needs them.