It stinks to be a grown-up...

Monty came to the office with me this morning and we spent a little while putzing around.  Well, I did - he just laid down on his leash.  After while Richard came to pick us up and he drove us to the vet.  I had forgotten to specify that we wanted to see our regular vet, but I was thankful that he was there.  He's a wonderful person and he adores dogs and cats and he's always been very kind to us and all of our pets.  Monty had lost three pounds since July, so I know it was time.  Doctor even said that Monty seemed less than his usual happy self and agreed that the time had come to send Monty to the Rainbow Bridge.  My sweet boy went quickly and peacefully and Richard says he'll be back as a Welsh corgi in two to three weeks, tops.  If he does, well, I hope he ends up with the Queen.  I am thankful that we had nine lovely years with such a precious, loving little dog.