Putting down my 12.5 year old was the hardest thing I ever did, and it still stings. She was still there mentally and as sharp as a tack, but her life revolved around, eating, crying (in pain) and being carried up and down my back steps (she was 90 pounds and a large bred GSD) when she had to go to the bathroom, and barking at the mailman every morning.
She could no longer play with my sisters dogs and would cry. I couldn't take her for walks. Her strength was almost completely gone in her back legs.
We came home on the 4th of July and she had fallen down and was scared of the fireworks. She couldn't stand and had injured her leg.
We tried everything we could, supplements etc. She gave us 12.5 wonderful years and I cried all the way to the vet. She was crying because she wanted to look out the window (she LOVED car rides, and it was perhaps her only joy left in life, and she couldn't even do that without help anymore). I held her up so she could look outside the window.
We knew it was time, and we got a stretcher to get her inside the vet. She smelled the flower pot on the way in.
We just couldn't do it anymore. I would have gladly have continued to carry her in and out to use the bathroom, but her quality of life was horrible. She could no longer do any of the things she loved. I felt selfish for keeping her going.
My dog before that died of natural causes at 12.5, but she wasn't struggling like my Nikki. Every situation is different.
We knew it was coming, but it still stung. I can't imagine what people must go through who lose dogs at a younger age, or have dogs with health problems at a younger age. My heart goes out to those people. In the back of our minds we knew that she had led a long, happy life.
We stayed in the room with her and it was quick and painless. We will always remember her.
It was just time.
Last edited by kateydog; 08-01-2012 at 09:57 PM.