I hate saying goodbye.

These past few days have not been pleasant. As I said in my last entry, our family dog was not doing so well. Last night Sherman (our dog) starting getting really sick and throwing up. I felt so bad for her. This morning I woke up around 6:40 to my dad laying down in bed next to me. He told me I should go downstairs with him and my mom. I walked down the stairs and saw Sherman laying on the couch sick as ever. She had gotten so sick that I couldn't even look at her without crying. She had lost so much weight that I could see her ribs and her backbone sticking out. Her eyes were glossy and unbearable. I watched her lay on the couch next to my mom. She looked so sad and I could tell she was suffering. My family and I had decided that it was her time to go. None of us could watch her suffer any longer. That's why we chose to put her down this morning at 8. It was so insanely hard to let her go. I layed on the couch with her this morning for about a half hour. I had a really hard time letting her go. I think the hardest thing to do is say goodbye. I got up off the couch and starting walking away. I just couldn't even look at her anymore. I looked back at her about 10 times before I finally left. It has been a really hard thing for me to do, but I know that she is in a better place now and she's not suffering anymore. It's amazing how much a family can become attached to such an animal. I have had some great times and memories with her. I know that sometime in the near future our family will get another dog. Until that day I will always remember Sherman as the best dog our family had. I sure am going to miss her so much.  RIP Sherman 7/05/98- 10/09/08