How did y'all deal with putting a dog down

You really can't prepare. One of the hardest things I've had to do. Had a 6 yr old lab I lost to cancer. The only comfort you'll have is knowing they arent in any pain anymore. I feel for you and you're family man. Time is the only thing that'll help yal heal if it comes to that. I hop the best for your dog. Give him a damn ribeye every night.

Cry like a big baby.

Just have to remind yourself that they are not in pain anymore. It's for the best.

Before you put it down, you may want to take it to a chiropractor, my dad had a Doberman slip a disc and paralyzed both hind legs, she could walk after the first visit and never showed any problems after a few more...

You need to take care of it. Not the vet. Do it away from the family(off the property). Go home to your family and deal with their sorrow. Get drunk when the boy goes to bed. When the time is right, get a new dog. Don't tell anyone you are. Have him/her waiting on your son after school.


Sorry to hear about your dog.


Don't know where I got son from. Thinking about my own, I guess.

Spoil the dog. Corn dogs, steak, whatever it wants to eat. Then let the vet do it, that way the dog just goes to sleep. Shooting it yourself or having a friend do it is disrespectful to the animal - what if the shot is a little off? why in God's name would you put your dog in a position to suffer like that at the end?

Dogs are great family members. Do it the right way and use the vet.

First off...sorry to hear your family friend is not well.
I've had three dogs in my adult life and luckily for me the first two just went "clunk" one day of old age.
The last one, a female Scottie, was different. She had a mass on her liver that all involved believed to be cancer. I let her go about a week to long and regret that still today 3 years later. I didn't let on I was crumbling inside to her as we drove to my vet or while I held her as she passed. I left with tears in my eyes and took a long ride, almost a 100 miles and mourned the lost of a loyal animal. Before I got home I was only remembering her life with a smile. The worst part for me was the ride over because I wasn't sure she was ready...keep thinking she would improve. I know now I made the best choice for her. After a good cry on that drive, I've never had a bad thought about her. Only stuff that makes me smile. Good luck!

I put my 11 year old boxer down a little over a week ago. He was having trouble urinating and would walk around the yard for an hour cocking his leg. Brought him into vet and they discovered a large tumor that was compressing his bladder and not allowing him to urinate. My sister is about to graduate from vet school at LSU and she brought him in for a second opinion. They confirmed the tumor and also told me that his heart was very weak and that he wouldn't make it through surgery. So my only options were to bring him in for a catheter every 12 hours to relieve his bladder (which isn't realistic) while the tumor continued to grow or put him down. What hurt the most was that he was not in pain and was still just as active when I put him down as he was 10 years ago. It was only a matter of time before he began to suffer and I didn't want him to experience that.


RIP, Denali

Our black lab started getting sick last September, just digestive issues, and over the next several months we ran through a number of treatments with the vet that didn't work. Finally we got an xray that showed a big mass around her heart and lungs. We knew she was a goner at that point, but it helped that we were able to see it coming, and spend a lot of time taking her for walks, and later just petting her when she didn't have the energy to walk.

When it came down to choosing a time to take her in, it really came down to that we thought she'd rather go with us at her side than suffer at home for a few more days and probably die in the house alone. She couldn't even walk at the end, I had to carry her to the car. That just killed me. The vet met us out at the car on a Sunday around noon, and we were able to pet her and talk to her until she was gone. But that sweet dog wagged her tail until the very end.

We went back out to the Ramah boat launch where we'd found her in 2012 and buried her afterward, and just hung out for a bit. We found her in the parking lot when we were leaving from a fishing trip, all skin and bones and lurking around the edge of the lot, too hungry to leave but too scared to come up and see if we were going to be nice. When we got home, my wife made me turn around and drive all the way back out there to see if we could find her. It was dark. We called for about 10 minutes I guess, and finally when we were pulling out of the lot to leave she showed up out of nowhere. She went home with us and I told my wife I only wanted to foster her, which of course you know how that always ends. Got her heartworms treated and her shots taken care of, and got her fixed. And had an awesome dog for three and a half years of our lives.

Dogs were never meant to last our lifetimes. Be thankful of the good memories you have.
They are truly mans best friend.