I'm crying Debra, for you, for Russell, but would like to say that when Pepper's time came our vet came to the house. I don't think I could have handled it if we had to go to the vets office. It was so much better at home, on her bed, cradled by me even though I was crying. They know & they have resolved themselves to the "it's time for me to go", they only worry about us. I swear Pepper told me she was ready & wanted to go. It came into my brain as if she had spoken the very words. And I said aloud to her, "I understand. Okay. We'll let you go." and she wagged her tail & her eyes told me she was glad I understood & was going to let her go.
When she was gone I left the room & went outside into the back garden while the vet & her assistant took care of things & drove off. I did manage to keep it together just long enough to get outside.
