It’s hard to know what to say. We knew this day would probably come. Benny the golden survived his cancer 2 years ago, but we knew it would probably come back.
I've had to make that decision so many times and it never gets easier. It's so hard but we do it because we love them and want to end their suffering. Sometimes my pet lets me know that it's time to go but others aren't so simple, especially when they are still having happy moments like their old selves. In my experience, I'd rather make the decision because their passing is easier. My vet sedates them so they are asleep, unaware, and peaceful. I always hold them and stay with them. Our vet and staff are so wonderful and understand that pets are part of our families. My Labrador Retriever was about 12 years old with a heart murmur and bad legs. His pain was manageable but he needed assistance getting up/down stairs. I used sling to help but picking up a 100lb dog when you are 5"0' with a bad back isn't easy! We decided that the day he could no longer get up without help would be the Time. He started losing weight and not wanting his dog food over the holidays. I wanted to try him on home cooked food but was so swamped with work that I didnt have time. In early January, he collapsed and was having trouble breathing. We had to carry him to the car on a blanket sling to drive him to our vet. He passed very peacefully and his favorite staff got to say goodbye too. I'm so sorry Benny's time with you is at its end. You've taken excellent care of him and were blessed with two more years. I wish it could be longer. My deepest condolences to you and your family. Thank you for sharing your stories and pictures with us.
Thank you for sharing about this... I went through something similar when my son was born in 2016 3 months after he was born my dog He had a rupture near his spine and was not getting any better I would not be in the payments did not help him at all he was still in major pain so considering that he was in some pain at the time We decided to let him go because he was not going to be able to even in joy anything he could walk by that time We did one previous surgery and it did not help me so it was 1 of the hardest decisions I had to make he was always 7 years old it was really hard because I thought my son would be able to grow up with him that's why week at the dog so it was really hard and I felt you for having to make this decision it is 1 of the hardest make My dog was a part of the family So I actually really had a hard time with it but it was the best decision that we can make for him that's all we could do at the time
When Gunther’s back legs went limp, we took him to the vet where he was diagnosed with a probable brain tumor. I made the final appointment for a week later, but with one day left the vet called back to say it could be a rare condition that would clear up in a month. So we waited a month while he learned to get around with no feeling in his back legs. Feeling never came back, but he could do everything he needed to do and he seemed to be happy. A year later, he started to go downhill again, and we knew it was time-the tumor had grown too much. He was still a happy cat but he could barely move anymore. I gave him the best day I could and took him to the animal shelter where we originally adopted him so they could put him to sleep. I look back on this and I am very, very glad that I didn’t drag his pain out to the point where he was no longer capable of being happy at the end. The sadness I felt while saying goodbye at the shelter weighed less than a feather compared to the regret I would have felt for the rest of my life if I had waited too long. Oh, and I really like the hat! :)
Thank you for sharing that. 💓 He keeps bleeding through his dressings, and I had to bear half of his weight to get him up and to his bed tonight. 💔 We can try slightly less pain meds for that tomorrow. His ruptured tumor is gnarly. 😢
