But, as we also know when we bring these wonderful pets into our lives, that there will come a day when we are forced to let them go. That day came for us on a snowy January day. We knew the end was near, but I was terrified to let him go too soon, and just as afraid to force him to hold on too long. I grew up with Chico and I owed him so much. He had taught me so many important lessons... sometimes we focus too much on all we have taught them and forget about the lessons they teach us and the lasting imprint they leave on our hearts. Don't worry, old man, I will never forget the lessons you left me with and the special moments we shared together.
Well, when the vet entered the room that afternoon, he looked him over and solidified to me that we had given him our best, and it was probably time to let him go cross the Rainbow Bridge. So, with me scratching his neck and holding his head, he was set free. He had given us his all and then some, and there was simply nothing more we could do, but to let him go with a bit of dignity and knowing we loved him.
Chico will find his final resting place in the spring. We're not sure yet where that will be, but he needed to come home and be put to rest. He may not have been a Golden Retriever, and certainly didn't win any ribbons, but he was a Champion in my eyes, nonetheless.
So until we meet again, my old man, enjoy all the tennis balls up there, tell Genie I miss her too, and run all you like on your new set of legs. Ah yes, and be nice to all those kitties up there too. We miss you, "Buck".