Almost 15 years to the day, we had our Keeshond, Randee, pts. My mom went out that night, to the SPCA and brought home a GSD/golden retriever mix. He picked her, and it was love at first sight. He put his paws around her ankle as she stood in front of his cage. She wasn't planning on getting another dog, but when she saw someone else was interested in him, she immediately jumped in, and decided to adopt him. He was 6 months old at the time, and he had been abused by a previous male owner. It took him about 2 months to warm up to my dad. We named him Opie, and he was a willing playmate for my sisters 6 month old Rot/Pit mix
He became the most amazing dog I have ever known. He listened so well to commands, and we could take him for walks in the neighborhood with no leash, and he wouldn't stray any farther from us than 5 or 6 feet, and came right back when called.
The last few months he has deteriorated rapidly. He still tries to run and play, but he's so thin, and so frail, that he just falls. He'll wag his tail, and get back up and try to go again. He looks so sad and lost (he's almost blind and deaf) that it just breaks my heart. He isn't my dog, so I can't take that final step, and have him pts peacefully. It's my mom's decision. We have had that dog for over half my life (I was 10) and I'm going to miss his goofy face. I love him so much, and since I don't live with my parent's anymore, I won't be able to say goodbye when the time comes. That breaks my heart into a million little pieces.
I'm not asking for advice, since I don't have the final say. I just wanted to put into words what I've been feeling lately. Thanks for listening.