Marty's dog, Gudrun, drew her last breath, happy with Marty. She was twelve and a half years old, brilliant and sweet, but having serious physical problems and bleeding from her right nostril for several days. She stayed in the VCA (veterinary hospital overnight), and Marty and Ashlee were there to say goodbye this morning. I'm glad Ashlee thought to take photos, and that she was there to comfort Marty.
The hospital had little bereavement counseling rooms, so it wasn't done in a cold exam room with any stainless steel or bright lights. I chose not to be there, mostly because it was hard for me to see Marty in such pain. Marty is a wonderful son, and Gudrun was a great dog, and sometimes I get frustrated from having no magical powers to heal or preserve. It's bringing to mind my childhood memories of thinking parents should be able to just FIX things, and make them good and right. Parents can't fix everything.