She wasn't supposed to be my dog. I had gotten her as a Christmas present for my ex-wife 18 years ago.
She treated Lilly like dirt so the little thing bonded to me.
I called her Billers, short for Billy Goat since she loved to jump up on all the furniture.
At night she would jump into bed and crawl under the blankets and cuddle in my lap.
Later she would wake me up cleaning my ears.
A couple years ago she tore the ligaments in a back leg jumping out of the bed.
She went downhill from that point on. Lost her hearing about a year ago.
She began crying every so often a few months back.
Yesterday she began crying almost the whole day and every so often would yelp.
I love her so much I don't want to let her go, but I can't let her suffer either.
Ive been agonizing over this decision all night.
It's time to say goodbye .
