Your going to have to bear with me here on this one, I sit here with tears in my eyes as I type this, just moments ago I noticed my 14 y/o female German Shepard kinda acting weird, all down like she did something wrong(I also have a 9 m/o German Shepard puppy and she tells on him too)so I got up to have a look around and as close to the door as it could be was a pile of "poo" I immediately know what happened my old girl is losing control of her body and can't hold her bowls anymore. I made promise to her and myself that no matter what I am not going to let her suffer and came to the harshest or realizations that I am going to have to keep that promise....I love her more than words can describe, we have a bond that goes beyond words, now before the mods move this Thread the link to my: first, cross dressing and now transgenderism, Faith(my old girl) came into my life at it's most traumatic point, the time I started to realize my more than cd status, and for the longest time she was the woman I could not be( atleast to me she acted very girly) she never judged me for what I wore or how I acted she was always with me because I lived alone and stayed home to dress way too much, and she actually understood me I could look with my eyes and she knew what I wanted, she always made me proud, me and my friends would take our dogs and go hiking and I never once had to chase or lose control of her she has always been a great dog...no friend and life changed for her just like it did for me, she adapted to a family, and new house and never put up a fuss, ....wait sorry this isn't my point like I said this is pretty rough on me right now, my point is she is a part of Jamie, she and Jamie were the girls of the house, and I cant explain it she helped me stop putting up the front and let the real me come out, back when she was young I had another dog too Floyd he was awesome but a bit of a loner and when I would sneak into the house late at nite dressed he would bark...she didn't, she knew that was the real me...I don't know it any of this is making since, but I am going to have to put her down, she has both skin and breast cancer, horrible hips, gets to regurgitating, and now the bathroom problem, she has the spirit of a pup she wants to play, she try's and still as loving as ever but at what point does her quality of life trump my love for her? I don't know if anyone can understand what is in my head but a huge piece of Jamie is going to die with her, we found each other when we needed each other the most, she was running the streets, I stopped opened the car door and that was it, instant bond, but does anyone else have a animal soul mate and especially one that has helped you somehow with who you really are?
I am really sorry about babbling I have known for well, always this day was going to come and honestly no one expected her to last as long as she has all things considered, that is how strong her spirit and will are