I needed to take a few days because I've been trying to think of a proper way to eulogize Ryder. I've written about her life, ringing her home, and the decision to euthanize. Writing about the day of her death would be much harder, but I think there is much to learn from it.
This is the story of my white German Shepherd, Wormtail, a scared little ball of mostly-fur who eventually found happiness in life and became a dog named Ryder.
There are easy decisions owning a German shepherd, and there are hard decisions. Easy: what to feed it. That bag of Purina. Easy: when to pet it. Whenever it lets you. But the hardest might be when to euthanize. This is how we decided it was time to euthanize our GSD, Ryder.
I don't want to put words in my daughter's mouth, but I think it is safe to assume that camping with Koda was the most epic camping experience of her adult life...
The Houston heathens venture out into the snow to endure that most horrific of dog experiences: morning bathroom break...
My New Year's Eve started...odd. But before I get into it, I need to warn you, this will be the strangest and most disgusting dog story you've read this year. I make this claim knowing full well we are only a few days into the new year.
It is getting to that time in Ryder's life where the days behind her far outweigh the days ahead of her. I find myself reflecting on this shy white shepherd I bought in Buda, Texas back when NASA was still flying space shuttles. She's lived a good life. But training her taught me new lessons about Search and Rescue.