RIP You old Dawg

A little over a month ago we put Skrappy dog down. He was getting to be in too much pain, and every day was a different story, some days were better then others. Some days were really bad, and it was time. We had the vet come to the house to do it, and I cried like a baby the whole time. Right before the vet arrived, Skrappy ate a penut butter filled Kong. He laid on his bed in the living room, and I kissed him and hugged him and held him. The last touch he felt was mine and Dan's. The last voice he heard was mine, the last smell was us. The last thing he saw was my face. I could still smell the peanut butter emanating from his face.