Over the weekend, we decided to put our dog down. We are heartbroken and miss him so much.
It was a very difficult decision because he still had some life in him. He could walk, albeit more slowly, he was eating and eliminating normally, and he still wagged his tail. He didn’t look or act like a dog that was on his deathbed.
However, he had congestive heart failure, arthritis, and disc problems in his back. He was on 6 drugs a day, twice a day and most had to be administered with a pill popper. He was becoming increasingly resistant to taking his drugs and had bitten DH a few times. He had also gotten very irritable with his pet sitter and his groomer, to the point that neither wanted to work with him any more. He was groaning a lot more, couldn’t seem to get comfortable, and was no longer able to get up on our couch or bed even though our furniture is all low height mid-century type pieces. He no longer wanted to be touched except for a few certain areas around his head.
All of this led us to the conclusion that his quality of life was poor and he was likely in more pain than could be managed with the pain meds he was on. Most of his life, he was a sweet and gentle dog. The aggression was likely pain-driven as well as driven by the steroid he was on which he needed to breathe.
I feel guilty - sometimes thinking we had him hang on and suffer too long and other times feeling like we should have allowed him to live longer.
In the end, I know we tried our best to give him a good life, and we chose to end his life because we could see that he was suffering. We had him for 10 years after rescuing him as a young (2-ish) dog. We loved him and are still a bit in shock that he’s no longer with us. I’m sure time will help us heal, but it sure hurts to lose him.
It was a very difficult decision because he still had some life in him. He could walk, albeit more slowly, he was eating and eliminating normally, and he still wagged his tail. He didn’t look or act like a dog that was on his deathbed.
However, he had congestive heart failure, arthritis, and disc problems in his back. He was on 6 drugs a day, twice a day and most had to be administered with a pill popper. He was becoming increasingly resistant to taking his drugs and had bitten DH a few times. He had also gotten very irritable with his pet sitter and his groomer, to the point that neither wanted to work with him any more. He was groaning a lot more, couldn’t seem to get comfortable, and was no longer able to get up on our couch or bed even though our furniture is all low height mid-century type pieces. He no longer wanted to be touched except for a few certain areas around his head.
All of this led us to the conclusion that his quality of life was poor and he was likely in more pain than could be managed with the pain meds he was on. Most of his life, he was a sweet and gentle dog. The aggression was likely pain-driven as well as driven by the steroid he was on which he needed to breathe.
I feel guilty - sometimes thinking we had him hang on and suffer too long and other times feeling like we should have allowed him to live longer.
In the end, I know we tried our best to give him a good life, and we chose to end his life because we could see that he was suffering. We had him for 10 years after rescuing him as a young (2-ish) dog. We loved him and are still a bit in shock that he’s no longer with us. I’m sure time will help us heal, but it sure hurts to lose him.