The first aninmal death I witnessed was my own smooth haired fox terrier. I was a toddler when my parents bought her and we grew up together.
She was fourteen and obviously feeling her age. One day my mother and I were in the kitchen and Lassie was laying in her bed.
Suddenly Lassie coughed and tried to stand up, she had blood round her mouth, my mother started to get upset and I could see it was upsetting the dog. I pushed my mother out of the room and closed the door, knelt down and started stroking and talking to Lassie. She settled back and I could tell from her eyes she was saying goodby. I knelt there stroking her as her head went down and she passed away. She knew her time had come and I like to think died as she had lived, a happy dog.
