Moving on

I took my dear Chances to the vet on Saturaday, as planned.  She was a sweet, sweet dog--a special pet.  She always had vision problems, but I don't think she ever realized that.  The world was a fuzzy place to her from birth.  The vet was very dear and helped me through the experience.  I've done this several times before--it's nothing new to me, but never gets much easier.  The hardest part is making the decision to end the life of a treasured pet, the rest just happens.  Thanks to all for your kind thoughts--