Today was one of the worst days of my life. Our sweet little boy dog, Toby, who was 13 years old, had to be euthanized. It was awful, watching the vet administer the drugs. Toby has been sick for a while, and we had him hospitalized every day at the vet’s, and they gave him so many drugs and IVs, but his condition did not improve. The little baby was trying so hard to be brave, and not to show he was hurting, but the last few days of his life, he did not even get out of his bed except to use the bathroom on a nearby pee pad. He wasn’t eating or drinking for days. It would have been extremely selfish and hateful for me to prolong his painful days and nights. We got to sit with Toby in a lovely comfort room at the vet’s and spend as much time with him as we wanted. After he died, I just fell apart. I tried so hard to do everything right for Toby, but he was 13, and his time to leave this earth had come. NO matter what we (they) did, his intestines did not stop bleeding, and his body was shutting down more every day. Dogs are the most wonderful, God-given blessing on this earth as a pet. The most loyal, forgiving, loving, happy babies.
My condolences. It’s so difficult to say good-bye when you’ve had a wonderful dog in the family. Remember all the good days.
Saying goodbye is so hard.
Sorry to read this sad news.
I have been where you are, several times. You did the most painful, yet most humane, thing for your beloved pet. Keep thinking of all the wonderful times you had with him and try to put the final vet visit out of your mind.