[ WP ] You are an old , faithful dog who is about to be put to sleep .

I know something is different. It's not just the change in smells, or the looks on their faces, it's me too. I'm so tired, like I have been for a long time. They never seemed to mind, they'd pet me and tell me I'm a good dog - and everything was okay. 
 
 Everything is okay. 
 
 It's not so bad when I realize what's different. I do n't remember to well how I got her but I know this one human in his strange white thing is the needle man - but he's always been nice, too. I've been seeing him a lot lately. 
 
... 
 
 Slipped into sleep again for a few minutes there. 
 
 Now everyone is here. All of the humans, all of my friends. I'm so glad to see them all, because soon I'm going to have to go to sleep for a long, long time and if I do n't see them how will they know I love them? 
 
 It's so hard, but I wag my tail. I try not to look to tired. I even try to stand up, but I do n't do so well and the needle man moves in and rests a hand on my side. He makes comforting noises, I guess to tell me to not try to stand, and that's okay. 
 
 One by one my humans come to me. They pet me. They give me things, little treats and big hugs. All of them smell familiar and all of them smile in a new way that is sad but still full of love. I lick them, let them know I love them so much. My tail keeps wagging, but it's slow. It's not so bad. 
 
 I do n't let them see how much I'm hurting, though. I've done my best not to show them that. They're my friends, I should n't make them sad or worried. 
 
 There's a human who is like my mother. She's taken care of me since I was a puppy. She fed me with a strange plastic thing full of milk and held me when the sky was angry and exploding and when other humans made light and booms in the sky. It's been so long. 
 
 I try to lick at her face and tell her I'm sorry that I'm so tired. I do n't want to go and leave her alone. I love her a little more than all the others, so much that the hurting seems little in comparison to the thought of leaving her. 
 
 But she's not mad at me. She hugs me and cries and tells me soft things that I think mean that it's okay, and I've earned my sleep. I was a good dog. I know those words. She's telling me I was a good dog, I am a good dog. I wish I could make their sounds but I do n't know how. When I lick her face again, it's to say thank you. 
 
 The needleman comes and my human holds me gently, whispers softly. There's a pinch, pain, but it's nothing bad. 
 
 It does n't take long for me to feel even more tired. I guess he gave me something to make the pain go away so I could go to my sleep comfortably. I'll see her again, I think. My human and I will be together, I'm sure of it. Maybe I'll dream of her while I sleep for so long. Maybe when she goes to sleep we can sleep together and play like I used to before I started to hurt and got real tired all the time. 
 
 I love you human. 
 
 I lick her face a few times and look to all the other humans. Friends, family, people I love. They hold each other and cry. I guess they'll miss me, but... but I'll miss them too. 
 
 But my human whispers softly again and it's okay. 
 
 Do n't worry human, I'll get some rest... you'll be okay. I taught you how to be okay real good, like a good dog should. I'll be there when you go to sleep. I promise to be there. 
 
... just going to... rest my eyes a moment... 
 
 It does n't... hurt anymore... 
 
 I love you, human. 
 
 I love...
