Why Your Kids Need A Mutt

When my 13-year-old beagle, Lou, had lost the use of his back legs, was borderline blind, had elevated liver enzymes and a heart murmur, I knew in my heart it was time to say goodbye. It was a horrible week at the time — both kids had strep throat, and a huge storm was coming. I knew I had to let him go. So with all the strength I could find, I called my husband to come home and sit with the kids while I took my sweet pup on one last car ride. The vet and I made the decision together, and I could not have asked for a more caring staff than the one at Beaches Community Vet Clinic. They let me say goodbye as long as I needed, and I stroked his once brown ears until the doctor shook her head and said, “His heartbeat is gone.” I chose the option of cremation, and I would have his ashes back in a few days.

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