Oh Joods, I'm new to the history but I sure do feel your pain.
When we have to make that decision ourselves it really is so very hard. Are we doing it too soon? Have we waited too late? We'll second guess ourselves along with the grieving. All we can offer them is death with a degree of dignity. All we can offer ourselves during the actual process is a mantra of "we're doing this FOR her, not TO her."
We had 9 and a half of our Jack Russel's 10 and a half to 11 years on this earth, until June of this year and I wouldn't trade one second of it, even the worst of it when he started having terrible seizures right before my eyes in his last two months. We were blindsided----we'd expected to have many more years with a healthy, happy monkey-dog. Having him here enriched our lives beyond all comprehension. It still hurts every day. My best friend's 13-year-old dog followed about 6 weeks later. Our hearts shredded together.
My heart breaks for you. I still think I see him out of the corner of my eye at least a couple of times a week and stumbling across a favorite toy hidden under furniture has undone me several times.
***(Humongous virtual hug)***
When we have to make that decision ourselves it really is so very hard. Are we doing it too soon? Have we waited too late? We'll second guess ourselves along with the grieving. All we can offer them is death with a degree of dignity. All we can offer ourselves during the actual process is a mantra of "we're doing this FOR her, not TO her."
We had 9 and a half of our Jack Russel's 10 and a half to 11 years on this earth, until June of this year and I wouldn't trade one second of it, even the worst of it when he started having terrible seizures right before my eyes in his last two months. We were blindsided----we'd expected to have many more years with a healthy, happy monkey-dog. Having him here enriched our lives beyond all comprehension. It still hurts every day. My best friend's 13-year-old dog followed about 6 weeks later. Our hearts shredded together.
My heart breaks for you. I still think I see him out of the corner of my eye at least a couple of times a week and stumbling across a favorite toy hidden under furniture has undone me several times.
***(Humongous virtual hug)***
Where are we going and why am I in this hand basket?