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.
Heartbreaking. Having to make a decision like this must be horrible. I wish you much strength and my condolences.
Thank you. It’s so obviously the right thing to do, and yet when I hold him and he’s alive in my arms I don’t want him to go.