Last week we had to make the most difficult decision ever – to put down our dog, our beautiful almost 14 yr. old friend. And I can’t stop crying since, thinking about if there was something more we should/could try to relieve her discomfort and pain and prolong her life with us. 
She was very ill - her rear legs were almost paralyzed from arthritis most of the time (she had her good moments) and she had difficulties moving (her front legs were weak from previous injury and we carried her up and down the stairs from/to second floor every day for the last year or even more to spare her legs), she was incontinent and during last week had trouble pooping (she couldn’t stand on her feet long enough or bend them to do it) and we suspect she was in a lot of pain (she would sometimes scream when we moved her to change her bed or sometimes she would spontaneously yell/cry). She also had multiple mammary tumors we planned to take out.
The vet tried to relieve some of her difficulties with anti-inflammatory and anti-rheumatic drugs but she didn’t respond well to therapy – she had maybe two good days (meaning she could move enough not to pee on her bed but near it and to manage to walk for half an hour) during that week. She even started losing some of her anal reflexes and her legs had weak reflexes too. She didn’t eat or drink except from my hand so I fed her last three days of her life and gave her water with spoon.
We were preparing to the possibility we were living our last days together and when the vet said it was the beginning of the end, we decided to help her go.
We said our final goodbyes on Saturday (she couldn’t even sit on the car seat during our trip to the vet she was just lying down looking at me) and the vet came into our house on Sunday. I was with her all the time, stroking her soft and shiny fur, whispering how much I loved her and how I was going to miss her, kissing her … she took her last breath while I was holding her, I felt her last heartbeat under my fingers.
I can’t find any peace in the fact she doesn’t suffer anymore. I can’t find any peace in the fact she lived a long and great life with me and my family. I regret now I didn’t have more time to say goodbye even if I believe that would be selfish because no time would be long enough to comfort me now.
I’m missing her so much it hurts.

She was very ill - her rear legs were almost paralyzed from arthritis most of the time (she had her good moments) and she had difficulties moving (her front legs were weak from previous injury and we carried her up and down the stairs from/to second floor every day for the last year or even more to spare her legs), she was incontinent and during last week had trouble pooping (she couldn’t stand on her feet long enough or bend them to do it) and we suspect she was in a lot of pain (she would sometimes scream when we moved her to change her bed or sometimes she would spontaneously yell/cry). She also had multiple mammary tumors we planned to take out.
The vet tried to relieve some of her difficulties with anti-inflammatory and anti-rheumatic drugs but she didn’t respond well to therapy – she had maybe two good days (meaning she could move enough not to pee on her bed but near it and to manage to walk for half an hour) during that week. She even started losing some of her anal reflexes and her legs had weak reflexes too. She didn’t eat or drink except from my hand so I fed her last three days of her life and gave her water with spoon.
We were preparing to the possibility we were living our last days together and when the vet said it was the beginning of the end, we decided to help her go.
We said our final goodbyes on Saturday (she couldn’t even sit on the car seat during our trip to the vet she was just lying down looking at me) and the vet came into our house on Sunday. I was with her all the time, stroking her soft and shiny fur, whispering how much I loved her and how I was going to miss her, kissing her … she took her last breath while I was holding her, I felt her last heartbeat under my fingers.
I can’t find any peace in the fact she doesn’t suffer anymore. I can’t find any peace in the fact she lived a long and great life with me and my family. I regret now I didn’t have more time to say goodbye even if I believe that would be selfish because no time would be long enough to comfort me now.
I’m missing her so much it hurts.








My heart breaks for my kids too - who are less experienced with grief than I am.


I completely know what you're going through.
for your sweet dog.