The vet says he has a cancerous lump and will not survive any intervention, and that he was a very different dog than even from two months ago and that it was time. He has dementia, tracheal stenosis, diabetes and cataracts, and coughs a lot, so it really is time, but my ex needed to hear it from the vet, who thankfully is always her forthright helpful compassionate self.
I know the internet hates pugs, but he was a stray I fostered and then adopted, and he had a wonderful hilarious personality, was cuddly as could be, and really did very well until the last year or so.
It is the right decision without question, but it’s never any easier no matter what experience you have with it. I will miss my puppy baby so much.
I don’t have anything special to add. It sucks, but try to remember the good times. I lost 2 cats pretty close to each other. The first one (porkchop) went bad real quick. I had to feed her churu through the weekend because she couldn’t eat anything else. We had her euthanized at home and her sister was able to have more closure.
The pain will always be there but it will lessen. The 2nd one was cream cheese (in my profile pic) he died at 6 months to some rare brain disease. That one still hurts because he was so happy and excited about life. It still feels raw if I dwell too much. The first time I got thing from my phone about “check out these photos that you made a year ago” and it was his face and jumping around was hard. Just be aware how technology might surprise you with shit like that. I feel for you.
Thankfully I’ve been here before, so I know those memories crop up so painfully. Ugh. Why don’t they live forever. Thank you.