Sad News

Yesterday was a very sad day. We had to make the decision to put our Millie to sleep. It wasn't an easy decision, but it was time. She was about 14 years old.

We got Millie as a rescue dog when she was about a year and a half old. We already had two border collies and I wanted another. She was a bit of a handful, but I am glad she became part of our family. She was never happier (though I doubt Buck and Cap were) than when she was hearding and nipping the other dogs when we played frisbee.

She was a patient dog and never really gave us trouble other than the nipping. She moved with us through 3 houses and 1 apartment, and 2 two states. She was at 13 pig roasts. She lost two of her best friends and gained a pesky new brother. She will be missed.

Carrick took it harder than I thought. Millie was never very affectionate, especially to the kids, but I think because she had been with him all of his life it was hard to say good-bye. He even went with his dad to the vet. He was there when she left. He is braver than I. I knew I couldn't do it. I don't think the twins really understand what it means.

So now we are a one dog family. It hasn't been that way in a long time. Max cannot figure out what is going on. I think he is still looking for her, waiting patiently by the door for her to come back home.