We had to put our old girl down this morning. Penny was 14 years old, and a part of our family for almost all of those 14 years. Her last few months have been very difficult, and we knew it was time.
She could be ornery.
She chewed everything,
She never came when we called her, unless we were furiously waving a handful of salami. Penny loved salami. And peanut butter.
She was a dumpster diver. Well, a garbage can diver, anyway.
She hated men in baseball caps.
But she had a sweet and gentle soul. She liked people and loved nothing more than to be petted and fussed over. She never once growled or bit or snapped at us or our kids or our guests (well...as long as they took off their ball caps). She would let you do anything at all to her, and she was sweet and trusting all the way to the end. She laid down when I asked her to, and she put her head on her paws, and that was that.
And that's the part that breaks my heart.