The first time I went out to my vet’s house (he’s an old country vet and runs his clinic from his farm) I followed the directions from his wife to a tee. Head down 50, hang a left, eventually the paved road turns to gravel and you just go two miles once you hit the gravel. You can’t miss the mailbox because it’s painted with pictures of horses. It took forever to get down a mere two miles worth of gravel road. There is something about an old country road that just seems to take longer than travelling on a modern day paved road. That first trip out I wondered if it was worth it to go there instead of the convenient, sterile, in-town clinic. It only took a few moments with the vet and his wife for me to realize it was going to be completely worth the travel time. Over the years, the time on the gravel road seemed to whiz by and it was never an inconvenience.
Today, that gravel road was the longest drive. Ellie’s life flashed before my eyes as I drove her one last time to see the vet. She was an amazing dog. I won’t go into details of the process of having a beloved pet put down. I don’t think it’s necessary. I’ll just say that as soon as I got home I pulled out the scrap book that I made shortly after I got her and snapped some pictures of the pages (since the pictures within those pages can’t be scanned). So instead of talking about the end, I’d rather share random pictures of my time with her. Because this is how I want to remember her. Not the way she was at the end. Enjoy (in no particular order):
I have to figure out how to rotate the pictures, so hopefully I’ll get that figured out. Otherwise, just cock your head to the side and pretend it’s an emoticon.
Edited – OK – pictures loaded the right way. I hope.