Put the old boy down today.

Rest easy ol dog.
I’ll scratch my ol boys ear and pour a lil out of my white can for him tonight.

Nothing like having to put a pet down to put your mood in the dumps for a while.

It's never an easy decision and when I've made it, it was all about quality of life for the animal. To me, it's more inhumane to see your pet suffer than it is to put it out of its misery.

I'm sure you made the right choice, but it's never an easy one.

Sorry to hear that, dreading that day myself. Porter is 10 now.

One of the most selfless things we do, giving our best friend peace while it breaks us in two
I am very sorry for your loss

So very sorry...

Jimmy Stewart a Dog Named Beau

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Sorry to hear. I’m not far from the same ordeal with my 13 year old 32# miniature dachshund. $400 a week for antibiotics isn’t a way to be for either of us.

Losing a dog is a tough deal. Prayers for you.

3 weeks ago I had to put down my faithful friend of 17 years. Its the little things you notice that mess with you. Like seeing his favorite treats in the store and realizing there is no reason to buy them now. He had the same lazy boy recliner his whole life that had to be in position so he could guard us by seeing all the doors... I may never part with that old nasty thing now.

As a English Springer he would hunt or track anything. I swear he was better at retrieving ducks than a lab. He would catch and gently place LIVE and UNHARMED woodcock in my hands. If I dropped a fish he would gently put it in the live well. If I needed him to follow a blood trail he never failed to show me every drop of blood.


















Sorry if I am thread hijacking. Couldn't bring myself to make my own.

Sorry man. Its rough. My male lab of 13yrs died 4th of july week.. then my female of 14yrs i had to put down on monday. One of hardest things i had to do, sit there and hold her as she slipped away.

Already got another lab reserved and picking up in 2 weeks. It sucks not having a dog

I sure do hate the way you feel right now, my friend. I had to let my right hand man go back in late may. His name was Pistol, named after Pete Maravich and was every bit as smart. I delivered him by hand and was right by him as he went to sleep for the last time. He was a year younger than my youngest son and stumbled along side him as he learned to take his first steps. He truly was a remarkable ambassador for my family. He represented us well and left no secret as to what kind of people we are. A degenerative nerve disease left him without the use of his back legs. We tried prosthetics and anything else we thought would help him, but when you get that “look” from them, you know what the humane thing to do is. I thanked him over and over for helping raise his/our two boys. I still call his name sometimes....and it stings, but I have a lifetime of good memories to look back on. We don’t deserve them and we damn sure aren’t worthy of what they give us. You shouldn’t forget to give yourself credit. Seventeen years of adventures made you happy, but it’s likely pale in comparison to how you made him feel.