Tonight, on my birthday, we had to put our beloved Methos down. He had a good life, but unfortunately tonight was his time.
He was the best dog a girl could want. We adopted him Easter weekend 2002 from Save A Pet, a local no kill shelter. We had gone the weekend before to donate my Akita, Barqy's food left over from when he passed, just a few short weeks before. I felt then that my heart would never heal from his loss. He was a once in a life time companion. We went to the back room just to "see" the dogs in the shelter. About 5 kennels down, Methos and I locked eyes and we both knew he was meant to help heal my heart, and I his. I pestered the hubby all week and made him drive to the shelter to be there when they opened
that weekend. The workers brought him out to us, I held out my hand for him to smell, and he went right past it and planted what DiscoJen calls his "besito" on my nose. It was a dainty, sweet kiss and I melted. The hubby kept saying "we aren't getting a dog today" but he knew as well as I did that we weren't leaving without him. We walked him out front to "see how he walked on a leash", like that really mattered! Not! Methos headed straight for the hubby's car. He knew it was our car and he would be going home with us.
He was a sweet, charismatic and intuitive dog. He comforted me when I was sad, celebrated with me when I was happy and just was there for me always. He could work a room like no other, and people flocked to him. I joked that we should have named him Don Juan.
I could go on about what a fabulous personality he had, but it won't bring him back to me. His health had been declining for about a year now and it broke my heart to see.
Words can not describe how sad I am that he isn't with us any longer. My blue-eyed boy won't smile or woo at me any longer. Rest in peace my darling, sweet boy.
