I had to take my old Buford dog to have him put down today. I think he had a stroke or something yesterday evening. He wasn't in any pain, just unable to walk and seemed to have really severe vertigo (eyes twitching and moving). I gave him a valium and he slept soundly.
I carried him into the clinic and they had a room set up with soft blankets on the floor (he was afraid of being on the slippery table). Each and every staff member came in to say goodbye - including the husband vet who was there on his off day. Everyone cried.
When the vet came in I sat beside Buford and held off the vein for her to do the injection. I do that so he wouldn't be so afraid. I was able to sit with him and stroke his velvety ears until he sighed his last breath.
I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest. For almost 15 years he was my companion, counselor, comedian and friend. He was the kindest, gentlest soul I have ever encountered. I never had to worry about him around kids, dogs, cats or even birds. Dear sweet Buford saw me through some very dark times and his greying face holds many tear stained kisses. We had adventures together on the horse trails in the state park, he was a loyal buddy for my nephews and an ever patient mentor for rambunctious Rio. He was a bell ringer for the Salvation Army and the class clown in the obedience club (he flunked

).
Most of all he was easily one of the best dogs I have ever had the honor of knowing... and he leaves a jagged void in my heart now that he is gone.
Buford (Buford's Jukebox Junkie CGC) July 5, 1996 - May 24, 2011