So, I have to put my beloved Dog Shiloh down on Tuesday. He's a diabetic, has pancreatitis, going blind in one eye, and has a smallish to medium sized growth under an armpit. He had a fatty lump a few years ago but this one has me more concerned.
He's still a happy Dog. He still loves his walks and he adores me. Which is what makes hard. I lost my mom last year. I'm an introvert so I struggle meeting new people and making new friends. And I don't have a ton of friends. At least in person in town.
He'd be 11 in the spring so he's not a Spring chicken.
And I want him to go before he gets really sick. I don't want him to suffer too much. I just... I feel like... I'm murdering him. And that if I'm wrong and he would have had a lot more time with me than what have I done?
The vet didn't even really ask because we've been flirting with being at this stage before. They've thought he was close to here for a while now. Maybe since April. I've tried to drag it out up until now and also, its becoming harder to afford paying for the two, sometimes three prescriptions and prescription food and IDK that he's have a quality of life.
I know he loves me. I know I love him. I know hes a happy Dog. I Know I wish I could win the lottery and find a way to make him 5 years younger. I know I wish I could snap my fingers and undo any number of things but that as we all know is not life.
I guess my questions is - and I know its different for everyone - how do you reconcile the faith, love and trust in a pet's eyes and not have it feel like you're betraying them? I want to say I"m not, because I'm trying to keep his interest at heart and let him go while he can still enjoy his walkies, enjoy his car rides and his appetite and occasionally, although more and more rarely play or chew on a bone. I 'm struggling with it.
I want to be selfish. I want to say, hell no, I'm not letting go. But I also want to do right by him and I'm struggling to square those two things
He's still a happy Dog. He still loves his walks and he adores me. Which is what makes hard. I lost my mom last year. I'm an introvert so I struggle meeting new people and making new friends. And I don't have a ton of friends. At least in person in town.
He'd be 11 in the spring so he's not a Spring chicken.
And I want him to go before he gets really sick. I don't want him to suffer too much. I just... I feel like... I'm murdering him. And that if I'm wrong and he would have had a lot more time with me than what have I done?
The vet didn't even really ask because we've been flirting with being at this stage before. They've thought he was close to here for a while now. Maybe since April. I've tried to drag it out up until now and also, its becoming harder to afford paying for the two, sometimes three prescriptions and prescription food and IDK that he's have a quality of life.
I know he loves me. I know I love him. I know hes a happy Dog. I Know I wish I could win the lottery and find a way to make him 5 years younger. I know I wish I could snap my fingers and undo any number of things but that as we all know is not life.
I guess my questions is - and I know its different for everyone - how do you reconcile the faith, love and trust in a pet's eyes and not have it feel like you're betraying them? I want to say I"m not, because I'm trying to keep his interest at heart and let him go while he can still enjoy his walkies, enjoy his car rides and his appetite and occasionally, although more and more rarely play or chew on a bone. I 'm struggling with it.
I want to be selfish. I want to say, hell no, I'm not letting go. But I also want to do right by him and I'm struggling to square those two things
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