Yesterday we had to make the difficult decision to help our precious 16-year-old dachshund, Coco, cross Rainbow Bridge.
My vet let me hold Coco against my chest as she passed. The last thing she heard were my husband’s and my professions of love. The last thing she felt was the beating of my heart. As soon as she gave her last breath, I felt a lightness.
Free from her failing physical body, she bound over the bridge and back into her sassy spirit. Play ball, my sweet Coco!