On May 2nd, 2017, we had to make the decision to let Libbie go when she had a grand mal seizure due to kidney failure. I got Libbie when she was 9 weeks old in 2002. I was single, in my 30's and needed to nurture someone or something. I saw Libbie and knew she belonged with me. I married a few years later and he loved her as much as me. She was the friendliest dog and especially loved kids, the beach and walking with her family. She was truly my best friend. When she became sick at age 15, I was dreading the time when we had to make the decision to say goodbye. All I knew is that I did not want to go to the cold, sterile vet office (and we LOVE our vet) for her last moments. Our vet actually gave us your info. In the early morning of May 2nd, we called you and were met with gentleness and kindness. I felt you guys understood our pain. At 8 am, after an exam, we said our goodbyes and Libbie passed peacefully in her bed with Tim and I petting and kissing her. Even though it was the hardest thing we ever had to do, it was peaceful and loving. I would never have wanted it any other way. So thank you. Thank you for loving our furry friends enough to do this day in and out. Thank you for making it peaceful. And thank you for checking up on us afterward. I will never forget it.
Amy and Tim Whitmore