Seiko the "watch-dog" stopped ticking yesterday. (Tracy named her Seiko because he said he wanted a watch dog--always the comedian!) He and Kristin took her to the vet and had her put to sleep. She was older than my niece, who is now 12, so they knew it was coming soon. She also couldn't get up on her own, had to have special food, and then she just got worse. They consulted with their vet, and they decided to put her down to keep her from suffering.
So, since Seiko hated the vet and had to have tranquilizers before going, they decided not to take her in the office since it would be too traumatic for her. So, the vet came out to the minivan and did it there in a semi-familiar place. Kristin said it went very fast and that it was calm. The girls, of course, said their good-byes before their parents took Seiko, and then they stayed at a neighbor's house for a bit. Kristin is taking it the hardest. Seiko was really her dog, and she will miss her the most. A sad ending to this year, especially for the Popes.
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Poor Seiko. I remember when we had to take Snowy. There's nothing like having to take your dog and have it put to sleep.
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