On 8/8/08 Turbo left for his new life as a dog angel.  His pain had become uncontrollable and I knew it was time to say good-bye.  I hate having to make those type of vet appointments and I’m sure the vet clinic dreads them, too.  You start looking at the clock and thinking “in 8 hours you will be gone”, ”in 2 hours you will be gone”, etc. when you look at your furry friend and it is almost unbearable.  As always, Stoughton Vet staff were very compassionate and had a nice soft afghan laid out for him to lay on when we got there.  I took his Lab daughter (he always treated her like a daughter, loved to groom her, play with her) Jazz with to keep him and I company.  I wanted Jazz to see where he went, too and I think it helped him get in the car for his last ride.  20 seconds later he was already gone……my vet said he was ready.

This a.m. I woke up to the sound of a lone Sand Hill crane flying by my bedroom window.  I’m glad to know Turbo is at peace and doing okay.  I like to think Lily, our precious pug, met him as he crossed over.