a man & his dog.

on tuesday, Bryer put his dog down. Diesel was about 8 years old and the sweetest dog i have ever met - but he had almost lost all feeling in his back legs. i'm told that big dogs have this problem often and that this is a rather normal chain of events for mastiffs - regardless of that, it's still pretty unfair if you ask me. i suppose i can't talk much about losing a pet, as i've never had one & while i truly feel a loss for my favorite puppy diesel - i surely don't have the same weight in my heart as Bryer and his family do after losing such a regular part of their lives. 

what i would like to talk about though - is how proud i am of the man that Bryer was over this seriously unfortunate situation. there was something incredibly stern about his decision to finally take Diesel into the vet. i suppose he felt that he was the only person that could actually make the choice. i think that takes a lot of responsibility and courage & i trust him to make the hard decision's in life. he was solid and straight faced for the days leading up to the appointment and was even planning on going by himself because he didn't want anyone else to see it happen. i did really feel like i should go with him, so i made the trip last minute. i was really scared & it was much much worse than i expected it to be - actually i sort of hate talking about it.

it was, to put it very simply, such a hard thing to do & i suppose what i am getting at here - is that i am just the proudest other half of the man that Bryer is. i'm grateful that he can handle the responsibility to do something so unnatural and so so saddening & also that he can manage his heartbreak in a such difficult situation - while still showing compassion and love for a friend he has had for a very long time. i was more than a bit in awe of him as i sat extremely teary eyed at the vet, not knowing at all what to do - while he seemed to make all the right moves at all the right moments.