Her original momma (my boyfriend's stepmom) decided it was time to let her go.
Buttercup is fourteen years old. I got to know her since she was 4 or 5. And I inherited her since September 2008 when we moved to Arkansas.
Buttercup in November 2008
Buttercup in 2010 - after a foggy morning run
The vet came yesterday afternoon about 3:30 p.m. to the house and gave her a shot.
She is a smart dog and could sense anything that was amiss. So, we tried to be as usual as possible.
I had Paddy Wag on a leash and we all stayed by her side.
She was peaceful.
Thank you Buttercup for all the miles we ran.
Thank you Buttercup for showing me that a part of running involves smelling the roses along the way.
Thank you Buttercup for showing Paddy Wag where to hide out during bad thunderstorm.
You were a good dog, a very good dog.
And you will be missed.