I don’t know anything about how bad off he was, but if he could enjoy life, and eat, and still get around, and seem to manage the pain, I’d have let him have more time.
Everybody needs to know but I take my cues from them. It didn’t seem like he was giving off the “I’m ready to go now” vibes. Some may wish to avoid getting to this point, but they need to admit it’s because THEY can’t deal with getting to that point, not that the animal can’t.
Sweet dog. I now have a three legger since five weeks ago.
He doesn’t look that old to me either, and due to heavier bandwidth usage than expected at her blog(s), further explanation was hard to find.
But finally I came across a comment that it wasn’t his mobility that was compromised, so much as his ability to find rest. The tumor kept on coming, spreading his ribs apart, causing pain and breathing problems when he would lie down. Poor fella.
I wish I could have given my last pet such a send-off party. But her kidneys were goners & took her appetite & love for life along with. Best I could do was NOT subject her to crate confinement ending at the vet’s.