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.

One of life’s greatest tragedies is a man must out live his best friend over and over. Rest easy, pup.

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.

My dobie was scared of thunder. I still look every time I hear it, expecting to see him coming to sit with me. He's been gone a few months, but after so many years with him, my subconscious still expects to see him every day.