Kronos the Revenant

After much consideration and thought, I have decided to euthanize my precious dog and have her cremated.

This was not an easy decision, believe me, but she’s in her twilight years with many medical problems that even the professional vets tell me would only prolong her suffering. So, weighing out the costs of letting her go and delaying the inevitable, euthanasia is the best option we have for her.

She was a good dog. A nice dachshund-terrier mix. Sure, she barked at everyone and everything and bit a few people, myself included, but I still loved her unconditionally like she was my daughter. I fed her, bathed her, warmed her, kept her company, I bought things for her, I did everything for my dog what a parent does for their child. 

I’ve spent a good seven years of my life with her, and they were years well spent. Sure, there were days in which I didn’t do much with her, but I still gave her much more attention than everyone in my family combined gave her. They knew how happy she made me. No matter how much she irritated the hell outta my family, no matter how many times they threatened to give her away, they still kept her home with me. 

My precious doggo, Brownie, may have left her mortal coil, but my memories of her will be forever ingrained in my subconscious. I love you, Brownie. You may not have been the best dog, but you were the best companion I could’ve ever asked for.