We had to put our oldest dog, Mattie to sleep on Monday.

I hate it.

She was an English Mastiff and eight years old.  Which is pretty old for a dog of her size. {I tell myself this to make me sleep better at night}

So, yesterday afternoon she had one last romp in the yard.  It was a beautiful day and she seemed glad to be outside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

{one of the things I hate most of all - my kids in pain}

 

 

and I do believe that is a smile

 

 

 

 

Good bye, sweet Meat.  Words can't describe how much you will be missed.

 

 

Only time will make it better.

 

Dogs' lives are too short.  Their only fault, really.  ~Agnes Sligh Turnbull