Well...for the last five days or so, my Basset Hound Angel wasn't been doing so well. After waiting and hoping she could pull herself out of it, she really didn't have any fight left in her. After work today my dad had me her to the vet and had to have her put to sleep. I hate myself for doing what I had to do. It just hurt me to see her suffer. I stayed in the room with her the whole time. They gave her one shot to relax her. I asked the vet if I could have a bit to say my goodbyes. I talked to her for a little bit over an hour. After i was done talking to her...I told her that it was time for her to go...she then looked up at me and wagged her tail, telling me that it was alright and she was ready to go. After the vet gave her the last shot..she slowly stopped wagging her tail and then....well....she passed way. I'm way passed sad. I just watched as my best friend...my old hunting buddy...die.
Now I just want to be left alone.