Sofie is 15 1/2. Time is near; its gonna suck.
But she was a pound puppy and she was not going to get a better life than the one she had with us.
I had to put my dog...kieko...down after she suffered a stroke, went blind in one eye and was suffering immensely. Possibly one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life. I'm in my 40's and cried like a baby for a very long time. Thought I could handle it (am tearing up just thinking about it) but it wasn't a good experience.
It was a bit more comforting to me that I have known my vet for a very long time along with many of his assistants. Taking her collar off was...well you know, but saying good-bye and letting go was the hardest part of all.
Just put my 14 year old cat down this past Monday. He has been diabetic since age 10 and his kidneys were failing so he hadn't been eating the past week. They tried IV's for a couple days to see if it would change, but he wasn't making any improvements. Kind of disappointed as a reliable site I found said it could take up to two weeks to see any improvements, but at over $100 a day and his age and health state, it would have been an expensive last effort. They said it was a flu like feeling that he had and he wasn't in any pain, so we brought him home for the weekend and took him back in on Monday. Very sad, I like to think I was his favorite.
Had a dog for 17 years and had to put him to sleep when I was 19. Was visiting my girlfriend in Minnesota at the time my parents brought him in so I wasn't there to say my goodbye. Point is he was more than just a dog, he was a little brother I never had. Miss him to this day. Hope all goes well and just know he isn't suffering anymore when you say goodbye.
It's been 4 years for me, similar situation. My cat was 17. His sickness had been gradual, and he stopped eating and drinking. Vet told me the only option other than putting him down was to administer daily shots. I figured it was only prolonging the inevitable and wasn't cheap.
I told the vet I had to think about it, but it took me only about 10 minutes to realize what I had to do. I didn't want to, but I knew he wasn't going to be himself.
More direct to the OP, having to euthanize is a difficult choice, and it's no fun when the moment comes. I understood the reality of the situation and practicality, but I wasn't prepared for how many memories would come flooding to the surface. I told him how great a pet he was, and that he wouldn't feel sick anymore, and I'd miss him.
I would write more, but if I do I'll completely lose it.
A few years later one of the other kitties had some serious health problems too. She went blind but managed to get along for more than a year; was pretty amazing. Eventually she too got to the point that there was no point in letting her suffer. After the first, I convinced the ex that the best thing to do was to have her put down. Was one of the best things I've ever done. As others have said, the animal knows it is time and trust you implicitly. Somehow they know that you are doing it because you love them ...
I've never lost a really close family member but I was more upset when my dog was put down than I have been at any funeral. The dog was part of my every day life. The house just felt empty without a barking dog waiting for me at the door.
I just had to do this on Friday with my 18 yr old cat Max. My heart goes out to you and your pet. There is no easy way or OK way to go through this. It plain and simple sucks bigtime. I am sorry to tell you that, but I am being honest.
It was the right decision due to Max no longer having the quality of life that he was due, but it was also the hardest decision of my life. Its easy in the sense you know its the right thing to do to end his suffering, but its also aggonizing "playing god". This was the worst part for me, I just didnt want to be the one who said its time for him to go. I wanted God or Nature to take over, but I also wasnt going to let him suffer.
Another way to look at it is, if he would have died on his own in my basement by himself, this way I was with him and talked to him and comforted him. I couldnt stay in the room when it was actually done (because I woulda lost it), but it was quick and peaceful the vet said. Coming in with a live friend and leaving with a dead friend in a sack was also aweful. No sugar coating here, it was one of the worst days in my life. I wish nothing but luck to you and your pet, its a hard time, keep ur head up, do whats right for the animal, pray, have faith that you're doing the right thing and pray some more. Just so you know and see in every one of these posts, its OK to CRY and it kinda helps. I cried like a baby.
My boxer is laying on top of me right now. I cannot imagine doing this. Of course, growing up in rural Iowa I had my fair share of dogs get hit by cars rather than living long enough to be put down. So be thankful for that, but this is never an easy thing.
Why did I open this thread again, just makes me sad. My mom put my dog down last summer when I was up in Canada fishing. She couldn't get up off the floor (hip problems) and was taking heavy doses of pain killers to make her feel alright. Still sucks to think about.
Cyclonefreak5, I am sorry to hear about your dog. Give him the best last days!
Hard not to tear up looking through all this...
My advice is if you think it is time then don't hesitate. I know it sounds harsh but I say that for a good reason. I got my dog when I was 1, fast forward 15 years and he is in rough shape, he has cancer throughout his body and one eye had stopped working. My folks kept telling me it was time to put him down but I wouldn't let them do it because he still wanted to come sit with me all the time and seemed to be in good spirits even though the vet told me he was suffering, blame my stupid decision on being an irrational teenager and I was not ready to put my dog down whom had been with me my entire life.
I then tried to schedule to have him put down right before I was leaving to go on a fishing trip to Canada with my grandpa and uncle. Problem was that the vet was gone on vacation already and could do it after I got back. I was wanting to have him put down and then leave for Canada so I could get away for a week.
When I got back from Canada my parents met me at the door and told me that he had died while I was gone. It made me sick to my stomach to know that he had suffered longer than he needed to for my own selfish reasons and that I didn't get to say good bye to him. Years later my sister told me that my folks had him put down while I was gone since they knew I was really struggling with the idea of it but to this day have never fessed up to doing that. They have stayed strong with the story of him dying and burying him in the field behind the house.
The reason I say don't hesitate is that it allows you to do it on your terms and means less suffering for them. 16 years later I still get choked up thinking about it and wish I had done it weeks earlier like everyone told me to so I could have been there with him and say good bye.