Today, I made one of the hardest decisions in my life — I had to put my dog down.
Beginning in June, my Great Dane started having problems walking. It slowly got worse. It got to the point where we had to pick him up, and it took two of us to do so. Then, sometimes, he’s fall over.
We took him to the vet one month ago. They gave him nerve pills; it did not work.
A few days ago, he could not stand up by himself; his front paws quit working.
I called the vet; they got him in; we put him down.
It’s a sad, sad day when you have to take a life.
I know it was the right decision, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
He’s happy now. With my other dogs and cat in heaven. He can run again. And play again. And just be a dog.
Rest in peace, my precious pup.
You can watch his memorial video here: