bad dog day

One year ago today, my 12-year-old dog Sandi died. We took her to the animal shelter where she was euthanized because she was experiencing the worst of old age. I don't want to get into details; it wasn't pretty.

The most tragic thing about it is that for years none of us really cared about her like we cared about Samson, who's always been treated like a king (doubly so now that he's the only dog in the house). I cried and cried in the car and at the animal shelter. I hate the way Sandi died.