
None of that mattered, though, because she was our friend. It was hard to find a picture of her alone because that would never have been her preference. She was going to be where her family was, and there was no denying it.
I have never had to make an end-of-life decision for a pet. My father had always been the one who shouldered that, so I had never had to come to grips with my feelings about the morality of that decision. So, I have decided to jot down a few thoughts here, in case they might possibly be of any help to others agonizing over a decision.
First of all, there is the recognition that every single situation is different - the variables are too numerous to mention. Given the particulars of ours - Lucy's already exceedingly long life, her declining ability to do the "everyday", and then her precipitous illness at the end - there was absolutely no question that her time was very near. However, those of us from the Judeo-Christian tradition cannot help but hear the commandment "Thou shalt not kill" ringing in our ears.
I will not profess to have any answers to how to reconcile that teaching with easing a beloved pet into the next life. However, as I held her in my arms, the look from her eyes was one of absolute trust and peace, knowing and remembering, and then going to sleep. I can't imagine that she, or God, will hold that against those who were gathered there to love her along. Best dog in the world.
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