My Most Difficult Decision

If I had to choose, I think my most difficult decision in my entire life would be putting down my last dog "Lassie" which happened this past summer. We had Lassie since she was a couple of months old, she was already a fairly big dog, but definitely still a puppy. At first, we were going to get Lassie for my grandparents, but the dog that we had at the time was a hound from hell, so we said we would keep Lassie if we ended up giving the evil one away. Of course, we ended up putting the other dog in the pound, so Lassie came home with us. I am so glad that she came home with us that day because she was the best dog that I have had and probably will ever have. We had Lassie for about 9 years, and during those 9 years she was the sweetest, smartest, most loving dog that has ever existed on the face of this earth. My dad would say that if God's creations (in this case he was referring to humans and animals alike) went to heaven based on their sin nature alone, then Lassie would be in heaven because she never did anything wrong. She would have given her life if it meant saving the life of anyone in my family. She was a great guard dog.