by Ashley Middlebrough
I had a wonderful dog named Hilda, she was a 3 1/2 year old Miniature Dachshund. We put her to sleep on May 19 of 2001. We put her down because of a Invertabrae Disc Disease. At first I realized that she wasn't walking right from falling off the couch the night before. I told my mom she called the vets, of course the vets office was closed so we called in for an emergency because i wanted to find out what was wrong with her right there and then. So we took her ther and I told Hilda that everything was going to be alright and that she would come home safe and sound. Well she didn't. The vet pinched her toes and she didn't feel a thing. He told my mom and I that there was a chance of surgery but we didn't have the amount of money for the type of surgery. He then said that there was anoption of putting her down I didn't want to but we did. The vet gave one shot that made her half dead. He let me have five minutes alone with her. I told her that I was sorry and that i lied to her saying that she would come home that same day. Five minutes past and he brought in a towl and the needle. He laid her down she was in my arms. I wanted to pull the needle out of her but she was half way dead anyways. After he put in the last dose, Hilda looked up at me and she had a little tear come out of her. My mom was crying as well. The vet let me take her home to be put in rest. My friend dug the hole while I was holding her. When it was time to put her in the grave I didn't want to it made me sad. I cryed for a long time and thinking to myself that it was my fault because I told her that she was going to come that same day. Well she did but she wasn't awake in my arms. I loved her dearly.