My dog Sierra was a good dog and she was a black lab,12 years old.I remember the day I got her as a puppy and she was attached to me before I picked her out.She had that lick saying take me home after I picked her out.She was my companion in life and never left my side.I went somewhere,she went with me and she had her spot in the back seat of my truck.Loved the water and you could not keep her out of it.Her favorite thing was to chase the squirrels away in the back yard.Would go crazy seeing them and wanted out.Went up one tree and she would stay there about an hour waiting for them to come down.It was finally 2 years ago I had to make the painful decision to put Sierra down.Had the look it was her time to go and I looked at the vet saying do it.I cried my eyes out and my dad was with me for support.My dad said it is ok and I gave her a good long life with no suffering at all.Could not get up and I could not see her suffer anymore.It reminded me of the movie Marley and Me.I had her creamated and her ashes are buried near the tree she stayed at where while waiting for the squirrels to come down
Sierra sounds like a wonderful girl. Sounds like the base of the 'squirrel tree' is the perfect spot to have put her.
