Flying Free

Coby was a rescue dog that we adopted years ago. He was a sweet and lovable dog. But you could tell by his behavior that he had a troubled past. It was never overt, but you could tell he was badly abused. To correct him, all you would need to do was raise your voice and he would stop what he was doing. He was loving and loyal, but when he would be let out to relieve himself, he would sometimes wander off. I think he was locked up all the time and being free, he did not know how to handle it. So he would wander a bit. He would always come back, but sometimes we had already gone to work. So he would just wait by the door until we came home.
 
As the years passed, he slowed down and stopped wandering. His hips started to bother him and the vet prescribed pain meds. So as time went on, he had an increasingly hard time getting up and could not control his bowels. Life was no longer good for him.
 
We asked our vet to come to the farm. We wanted Coby to be somewhere he knew well and felt safe. The vet gave the first shot to sedate him. When she started to give the second and final shot, he passed. He was ready. It was his time and he was ready to go. The vet remarked how she had just started and he did not have enough yet. But Coby was ready and he passed in our arms. We laid him to rest up on the hill, an area he always loved to go.
 
If death ever comes easy, my heart will have turned to stone!

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