Last febuary I had to put down my daughtson who was going on 16 years old. Her health decline was a gradual thing, and I tried to prepare myself. Honestly though, no amount of prepration can totally prepare you for the reality of the end.
It was a difficult decision to make, putting her down. But then I looked at what she was going through, comepletely blind, losing weight fast, in so much pain, I had to get past my own selfishness, and do what was best for her. What she was telling me I had to do for her.
When the day came, I stayed with her, because she stayed with me with I moved out of my parents home. She chose to come with me, and she needed me to make the decision for her. I can't say it was a peaceful leaving. She didn't know what was going on, and cried when the vet gave her the shot. I had to hold her down. Once that was over though, she relaxed in my arms and I held her and kissed her, until she took her last breath.
A year has past, and I still cry when I think about that day. My other dog, a boston terrier, is going to have to be put down. this time, its going so fast. Last month he was fine, and now his heart is enlarged, theres fluid build up, and he's in so much pain. The meds we have him on isn't working, and It's like its happening all over again. Still though, when the time comes, I'll stay with him, because it would be cruel of me not to. After all the years of joy, laughter, and comfort he's given me, the least I can do is be self-less and strong for his well being.
It's never an easy thing to decide. But over time it gets better when you know in your heart you've done right by your companion.