Do what I did for my Sampson: Pat his head, tell him he is a good dog, and then tell him it is okay for him to go.
This is tearing my heart out because I’m reliving it with you, but you can’t put your emotional needs before his welfare. It is about what is best for him, not you.
Tears falling down my face. . .
I will add that my son was only 6 months old at the time, and I remember praying the Sampson’s phone call would be the worst that I would ever have to make to my folks. Sampson was my baby before I had my baby, but time does ease the pain. It doesn’t take it away, hell I still miss him on warm fall evenings on the front porch! My parents waited too long for their Irish Setter, and they felt terrible for this. Don’t do that to your buddy.
were you on the Mark Levin show talking about Sampson?? something about letting him have his meatloaf and mashed potatoes??
i’m being serious....