Going through this time right now with Quinn I am reminded of how important my pets are in my life. My first pet was Cocoa. She was a poodle that my parents got for me because I wanted a sister. I was so happy to have her in my life and she became my "sister".
She was such a good dog and she left a void in my life when my father decided to put her down at only 8 years old. She was sick and he took her to the vet. It turned out she was diabetic and would need some pills for the rest of her life, but he decided to end her life without even telling my mom or me first. I was 13 at the time and all these years later I remember her and how important she was to me during that time in my life. I wish I could go back in time and save Cocoa and take care of her because I'm sure she could have been with me for many more years. But all I've got is the here and now and so I am fighting to save Quinn.
Losing our pets or fighting to keep them alive reminds us how precious life is, in all forms.