She's lying in her bed beside my loading bench, just like always.
15 years old. Arthritis has taken it's toll. Her breathing is labored.
She lost one eye in '07 and has glaucoma in the remaining one.
She's all but deaf. Only finds her way around by smell and bumps into anything in her path.
She has a herniated disc in her back. She's been lost in the woods for days, run over once.
It's time. Me and my oldest daughter will take her to the vet at 4:30 today for euthanasia.
Then we'll all go to the farm and bury her.
Good bye baby. Daddy loves you.