Long live the dog

Time for another weekend roadtrip to go home and see the folks and visit my favorite gun dealer and shoot the breeze with him so to say. Plus yesterday my mother called me and told me that she is putting my dog to sleep today because of a brain tumor that has basically made my dog a vegetable. I think she lived a long a pampered life for a dog I mean ever since she was a puppy she has lived almost her entire life indoors and has never spent a whole night outside, except once when I forgot that I had put her outside to do her "thing" and fell asleep and woke up around eleven o'clock that night remembering that I had left her outside. She was so happy to see me when I opened the door. In 1996 my mom and sisters went to the pet shop to look for a dog I said "do not get a dog yet until you all figure out who is gonna take care of it cause I want nothing to do with it at this time" (I was gearing up for the military at that time). A few hours later they came home with this little black puppy that was on sale for 29.99 evidently not a pure breed, instantly my dad hated the dog and for the next 12 years he continued to hate this dog. It lived a good full and healthy life, she was never mistreated (I cannot say the same for the owners) and was constantly taken care of by my parents since after my sisters graduated from high school the dog had no purpose or room in their life so once again I stepped in and helped to take care of the dog, I was out of the military and had time on my hands. Unknown to me, but seven years earlier the vet had found a tumor and removed it of course it came back and this time with deadly results. Parents say they are going to have her cremated. I would like to spread her ashes on a pile of cow poo since she liked to spend what ever time she could (when ever she would escape from the house) rolling in that stuff. I get a feeling that is not going to happen.