My wife and I decided to put our dog, Lola, down last night. She was the sweetest dog I’ve ever known. She had cancer, and within the last few days was having a very rough time. She would never show me that she was in pain, but the look in her eyes began to be one of fear, rather than happiness, so I knew it was her time to go. My family, friends and I sat by a fire with her in the backyard for a few hours until the vet arrived, and I held her as she died. She went quickly and peacefully. Watching her go and burying her is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a while.

My wife and I adopted her about eight years ago. She was found as a stray, with quite a few injuries. She may have been used either for fighting or for breeding, as she had a fairly strong nesting instinct. The shelter she was at couldn’t find a home for her, so they were going to euthanize her. A lady took her in, and said she’d find a home for her. She spent a few months living in a house with about fifteen chihuahuas and pomeranians. Seeing such a stocky pit with a bunch of yappy dogs was quite a sight. After seeing her interact with these other dogs, I knew she had a wonderful heart and spirit. I introduced her to my other dog before adopting her. They got along great, and had been best buds ever since.

Her surrogate brother, Brutus, misses her quite a bit already. He could tell she hadn’t been feeling good the last few days, and laid next to her during her last few hours. I adopted both of my dogs before I had kids, so they were my oldest children, in a sense. Those of you with kids know how once they come along, nothing else in the world matters. While the love I have for my children is incomparable to anything, my love for these dogs is very strong. Lola realized how important my two children are to me, and took to watching my daughters like a hawk. People would tell me that when I wasn’t home, she would follow my daughters from room to room, watching them as they played. As soon as I came home, she would go back to laying on her bed and relaxing. Once we got chickens, I was concerned the dogs would try to eat them. Not so, as they both realized these were mine, and not for them to eat.


Watching two pitbulls laying down with chickens is truly a sight to behold.

My oldest daughter is at the age where kids start understanding the concept of death, but seem to be more curious about it rather than grief stricken by it. I explained to her what was going to happen to Lola, and why we bury certain animals and people after they die.


Lola, you have a truly wonderful spirit, and your memory will live on in everyone that knew you until it’s our time to pay our debt back to the earth. Thanks for sharing your love with us, you will be missed greatly. Love you Lo’.