I'm not that reserved. I put down my Springer last year, and cried for two days. The vet sent me this beautiful card signed by everybody because I was such a rag.
The poor thing was at the point he could hardly get up or move, and of course, the day of the deed, he's up, about went for a walk. And then, in the back of the car, before we go in, he takes his paw, lifts it in the air, and puts it on my forearm.
God I'm almost sorry I saw this, and dredged up these emotions.
Almost.
Sorry, man. Really really sorry. Nice tribute, though. Nice.