My 15 yr old dog, Chico, was put down today. He had a hard tumor btw his neck and shoulder that grew enormous in the last 6-8 months. The vet did no tests, but said it had to be cancerous. It was painful when touched. He had a hard time getting comfy when he laid down. He had trouble holding his water also, a sign of possible kidney failure happening.
THe hip dysplacia happened int he last 6-8 mo also. I had him on glucosomine and aspirin. It was time, I couldnt let him suffer, but am going through the guilt of shouold have, and what if. My friends from Ontario sent a bouquet of flowers for him,a nd my neighbors made him a cross out of pressure treated lumber.
I will miss him. HE (and the cats who annoyed him) were my family when the blood family turned thier back on me almost 3 yrs ago. He was more of a human being than they could ever be.
Im not sure if and how I will get throught this. I had feelings of almost wishing the vet could have given me a shot at the same time.