I had to put my blue heeler Merry down yesterday.
Such an incredible dog, she'd become friends with everyone in the neighborhood and they all loved her. Heck, people in other states knew her and called to offer their condolences. She lived thirteen very full years roaming the acreage and getting treats around the neighborhood circuit she created. She saved my neighbors from a bear on their roof, ate a pound and a half of chocolate in a valentine's heart box (leaving all the papers), ate half a birthday cake left on the kitchen table, chased off countless deer and was gentle as a lamb with everyone she met.
Merry finally succumbed to lymphatic cancer. Her constantly active body reduced to a burden she couldn't even lift. We buried her in her favorite watchdog spot overlooking the driveway. We'll miss you girl.