I don't really have the exact answer to our question. I lost my Buddie in March and am still kind of sad over it.
Buddie had cancer and it metastasized. He had a 2+ year fight. The vet said the tumor was finally on his liver and could not be removed and he said Chemo is hopeless at this stage. Basically he told me to watch out for him being lethargic. He would start internal hemorrhaging and hence slow down. That would be the time to put him down.
He lived 2 years after his surgery to remove his major tumor. And another year of life after it reached his liver.
His final year he had arthritis. I had to carry him, 76lbs, daily for him to urinate and defecate. At first the supplements really helped and he could get up again. But soon it was steroid time.
Just when we started pain killers he looked like he was doing really well. However I found him in the living room a few weeks later. He was actually looking really good his last two weeks until the end.
My hand got really tore up carrying him daily the last year. When he passed I looked at my hand and thought I would chop it off if it could bring him back. But in the end it was just his time and I thought about if I should have put him down earlier.
I could not think of when I should have done it. I thought of my grandmother and thinking **** we pulled the plug on her.
We brought her home and when we turned the machine off. We prepared the body. We removed all of the tubes and turned her over and cleaned all of the leaking fluid. We wrapped her jaw shut and turned on the A/C to wait for the police and the funeral home techs.
She did not die because we wanted her to. It was because the insurance and Doctors thought she was a veggie and would not wake up again. They forced our hand and so we brought her home and kept ALL the meds going, no hospice garbage, until the hospital gave the order to recall the equipment.
Now if I think of Buddie. He was ALL THERE till the last moment. He was totally alive and himself till the bitter end. Like my grandmother I don't think there was a day I could think of as the day I would have put hm down. He fought until the very end. He enjoyed every **** bite of BBQ I fed him at the end.
In fact I know it was bad, but that dog ate better than most humans. I actually fed him human food from the start. I like to cook and enjoy great food. He would never eat the same thing twice. Like if he had some Beef Chow Mein one night he would refuse it the next day. I cut up every piece of meat for him because he preferred his meat in small pieces. You could throw a porterhouse in front of him and he would refuse it until you cut it up for him. He loved sushi, but only nigiri sushi. He loved and enjoyed all of the gourmet food you can imagine. He liked lobster, but not shrimp. He liked cheese, but no eggs.
I know the food was bad and probably contributed to him only living 13+ years. I don't feed my other dogs human food like him. However I know and he knew he was loved and cherished till the end. He was happy by our backyard fires and BBQs even though he could not run and do his hurricane spins anymore. He was really something. People used to think he was possessed. Even though I had to pick him up all the time he was eager to smile and very affectionate till the last day. And I KNOW he enjoyed every morsel of gourmet food I fed him till the end.
Looking back there was not one day I would go back and take away from him... or me for that matter...
I just picked him up and bagged him to minimize the rotting. I found a crematorium and stayed the night holding my friend until they were open in the morning. He stayed nice and soft until I put him in the furnace. His fur was still shiny and golden. I slept with him outside to minimize the methane and Co2 build up.
No matter what you both had the time of your lives together and you should never forget it.
Last edited by WaterBound; 04-26-2012 at 06:29 AM.