

Well, Today Sophie went to the vet. It is a sad day. She just hasn't been quite right lately and I had a conversation with the vet on Sat, and he said it was the best decision for Sophie, especially with her changes in behavior lately that have been so unpredictable, so today Craig brought her in.
We told Mason kind of what was going to happen...well, that Sophie was dieing and was going to the vet to a special room just for dogs and that is how it works with dogs sometimes. To which he replied: "Well, I'm glad I'm not a dog! We humans sure last longer" and then "Can I get a new dog?"
We were so worried about telling him and decided to go with the truth after much agonizing (except we left out the special medicine part...especially since he needs to go under anethesia for the tubes in his ears, and they refer to the "sleepy medicine" as "special medicine" sometimes.) He has taken it well. He hugged her and petted her (as much as she would let him) and had pictures taken with her.
So, we start our vacation with a goodbye to Sophie, but I know she is in a better place and can actually feel what it is like to be loved and not scarred by the previous owners anymore...although it is still pretty yucky....no matter how much she frustrated me.


