A Girl's Best Friend

My house is so silent that pin drop could be heard. There is no one screaming at my dog to stop barking, no one is screaming at me to give him water or walk him etc. No. My house is silent.
I remember the first day we brought home my dog Winston. We decided to get a new dog since my other dog had passed away. We had gotten him from the Humane Society. When we brought him home, he was so excited to be in a home. He was a little sick from the kennel, but after a few weeks, he was fine.
Eight and a half years later, my dog was brought to the vet for a routine check up. It turned into an episode when we found out that Winston had a tumor in his left leg. The vet said we could have the leg amputated, but the procedure would leave us broke and him maybe dead; his weak heart would not be able to handle it. The vet told us that he would only live six months. We decided to let him live out the next few months with us.
A year and a half later, my dog was still alive and doing fine. Some days he would lay around my house sleeping and some days, we couldn't get him to calm down. I thought for certain he'd be fine. But I was wrong, my dog was very sick and not being able to control himself all the time.
About a week ago, my dad came in and told me that this Saturday, we'd put him down. I tried to make Winston's last week as perfect as it could be. I let him stay outside and I played with him, but he never knew what was going on. Last night, I came home from work and pulled into the driveway. My baby was waiting for me outside and wagging his tail to greet me. Then we fed him his last meal and I gave him a bunch of treats.
I was awakened today with the sound of my mom saying, "we have to leave at nine." I took him on his last walk, where he was licking the dew off the grass and put him into our pick up truck. He was smiling because he loves car rides and I was crying because I knew that this was the last one he'd ever have.
We arrived at the vet's office and he didn't want to go in. Eventually he made his way to the door. The vet led us to the back room and lowered the table. He explained the procedure and my mom, knowing she wouldn't be able to take it, left me and my dad with Winston. Winston started sniffing around the table and I yeled at him to get away from it. He backed away until the vet tried to bribe him with putting treats on the table. He grabbed one and went across the room and spit it out. The vet started dragging him on the table and trying to give him more, but I think he knew something was up.
The vet removed his leash and handed it to me. Me and my dad had to hold him while the vet put in the needle. I told him that I loved him. Then my dog started to pull himself away and went into sleep. They kept the needle there until the vet put his stethoscope up to him to hear his heart beat and announced that my dog had died.
After I left the vet's and drove home with my mom, I felt like it was a dream. Like I'd go home and Winston would be sitting at the end of the driveway or at the bottom of the steps waiting for me. But he's not. The house is so empty. I wish I could see him just one more time.