This weekend was a roller coaster of emotion for our family.
Friday we spent the evening packing for a mini-mom-and-dad-only-vacation to Cincinnati. We had a wonderful time........
and while my hub was at a business meeting during the day on Saturday I got to hang out with my girl Andrea. We had such a great time together, and I'm truly blessed for the blog friends turned real life friends in my life! Her home is absolutely gorgeous, and I loved getting an up close house tour!
Saturday evening as my hub and I were getting ready for his company Christmas party, our dog sitter called to let us know that our dog, Prince, seemed like he was having trouble moving around. He'd been battling some arthritis issues for the past year, so we didn't really think too much of it. We told her to give him his arthritis medicine and a little extra loving before she left him for the night.
The next morning when our dog sitter came over to let the dogs out, she discovered that Prince had not made it through the night. He was almost 13. He had not been sick. When we left him early Saturday morning he was perfectly fine - tail wagging and all. We think maybe he had a heart attack. I don't think he suffered at all. I think he went very quickly.
We drove home immediately after her call.
Prince was always the protective one of our two dogs.
I think he knew. I really believe he waited for a time when we wouldn't be home. I think it was his last and final act of protection for our family. He knew we would never be able to handle having to put him down; so he went out peacefully on his own, sparing us the pain of having to make that decision.
I spent many nights hugging that dogs neck with tears rolling down my face during my almost 2 year journey to get pregnant with my son. I shared numerous orders of french fries with him - telling myself the calories don't really count since I'm sharing them.
I don't really know what else to say - except that my heart hurts.
Telling the kids was the hardest part. Watching them say goodbye - there are no words.
He was a mischievous little devil sometimes, but he would've taken a bullet for this family.
We'll never forget him.