Been a crappy day. Cinder was a 12 year old female German Shepherd dog. She was old and falling apart. Last night around dinner time she came in the house and suddenly fell hard and could not get back up. I think she may have had a stroke. She changed that instant. once we got here up she wondered like she did not know the place and kept falling. Today I called many many vets and clinics to try and get her in and put her to sleep. They were all "so sorry to hear that" but none could make room till Monday or Tuesday. I called a good friend a few towns down I 15 in Springville. Told him I was gonna head west and do the dead. He explained that it would be much better to come get him and go up that mountain where we hunt (Diamond Fork). He offered to do the dead for me so that I would not have to. After some talk I accepted this and drove an hour with cinder in the back seats in my truck to get him and we went up. We dug a grave and I got a few minutes with my dog. Then I walked down the hill a ways and heard pop. He covered her in the grave and then I came back up and helped bury my dog. I know most ppl probably would not write this out to tell all those he does not know well. But I must say it feels very good to write about it. And if you read this, Thanks you. I am at peace. She was the most stubborn dog I ever had. And I have had many. The most protective dog too. Our house is now not as well protected. I will miss that dog.