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I did it.
Many years ago when my little dog, Potlatch was so ill at almost 15 yrs of age.

He lay on the table, unafraid because I was there and had my hands on him - almost as if he knew we were going to help him.

When the Vet went to get the shot I kept patting him and speaking into his ear as he was mostly deaf by then.

He didn’t even flinch as the shot was injected and I kept hugging him as his life flowed away.

I was crying and the Vet even got teary. He went and got a box to put him in, gave me a huge hug and let me out the back door to leave.

When I got home, my family saw me with the box and without a word they took it and dug a hole in the hard winter ground to bury him.

One of the hardest things I ever had to do and I remember every minute of it still.

But - I was the griever, Potlatch was free.