We had to put Zoey down this morning. The last couple of weeks have been pretty rough. The vet said she had congenital heart disease and it was amazing that she lived as long as she did. We adopted her from the humane society and we think she was 11 or 12 years old. We promised her that she wouldn't ever suffer again like she had before we adopted her. I remember her being so emaciated her front legs almost touched when we brought her home. She must have been beaten because if you touched her anywhere near her tail she would cower from you. She grew out of that and was quite the specimen! We knew she had a heart murmur but she was very strong and such a sweet dog to the very end. She loved being in the front yard where all the neighbor kids would give her attention.
Williamsburg Vet Clinic was very kind and let us use their special quiet room, we laid on a soft blanket together, Zoey was given the injection and was gone in less than a minute. My heart said "no" but my head said it was the kindest thing to do. We stayed with her body for a little while and we'll get her cremated remains in a few days.
She was a wonderful affectionate gentle dog and I will miss her. Boxer's are such clowns and Zoey was no exception. One time she chewed up a stuffed toy and that was it. Never trouble, loved everyone she ever met.