On Monday, we had to put our 14-year-old dog, Riley, to sleep. She’d been struggling for some time, and it wasn’t fair for her to be suffering because we couldn’t let go.
Letting Riley go is one of the hardest things I’ve had to endure in my life. Some people say that she’s just a dog. But she was so much more than that. She was a member of our family. Sure, a furry, peanut butter-loving, slobbery, four-legged one, but family all the same.
Mom and Dad bribed my brother and I with a dog if we “willingly” moved to Missouri. She was our first friend in a new city, and the best companion a kid could ever ask for.
Like my brother said, she was the most loyal, caring, friendly, loving dog.
I have a hard time imagining my life without her, but I’m so glad I got to say goodbye.