Wait! Before you grab the tissues, let me just preface this post by saying that we did not have to put down Doc Holliday this weekend. That said, he’s still gone.
When Wes decided we were ready to give Doc up, he investigated a whole herd of dog rescue groups in the area, leaving messages and hoping someone would call him back and offer to fix Doc up and find him a new home. No one did.
Doc continued to deteriorate, and we made the grim decision to take him to the Humane Society to be euthanized. Just as a precaution, I called them first to make sure they would actually assist us with this as he was neither extremely old nor extremely ill.
They surprised the pants off me by saying they were willing to take responsibility for Doc, get him the surgeries he needs, and then find him a new home. When I told this news to Wes, I could visibly see a weight taken off his shoulders. This was the best possible scenario, and it was staring us in the face.
We made an appointment, and we’ll be dropping him off this afternoon to start his road to recovery. The conditions of the Humane Society taking him stipulate that he goes to a different home after the surgery, but we’re honestly fine with that. He’ll likely need more vet care in the future and we’re not in a position to pay for that for him.
So that’s where we’re at. I’m standing at the precipice of my second big goodbye of the year, but this one is entirely different. It’ll definitely be strange coming home to a dog-less house, but this is the end of our journey with Doc.
We watched him run…
We watched him grow…
And now it’s time to watch him go…
We’ll miss him a lot.