I cried as I read it.
The old lab Stewart was definitely my husband’s dog and he made the decision when Stewart’s back legs began giving out as Finn’s did.
He wouldn’t go with us to the vet so it was me, and my daughter and son-in-law.
Stewart never seemed to be in pain. I think Finn was kept alive too long.
It took my husband a year to get over Stewart. Really I don’t think he ever has. He thought he made the decision too soon, that Stewart could have lived longer.
I wish he could read this to see that it was much kinder to put him out of pain, but he could never read a story like this.
Pookie could go on for quite a while.
She doesn’t want to leave.
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve only ever had to put one of my dogs to sleep and he definitely told me he wanted to go.
Phoebe wanted to go, also but she died on her on terms, just like she lived.
The night before we were going to take her to the vet to see if she was going to get well again or not, she passed in her sleep.
She looked so ‘normal’ that I thought she *was* asleep but before I even touched her body, I knew she was gone.
It was a terrible shock because she’d just been “off” for a couple days but she would sit and look me in the eye with the strangest expression of sorrow.
I think they know when it’s their time.
Her aunt Izzy died on election day in 08 [talk about double agony] and she too had ‘looked at me’ like that for several nights.
There wasn’t anything that wrong with her.
Oddly enough, her sister in Canada *almost* died the night before Izzy did and then actually did die a week later.