I'm taking our boy to his final visit to the vet tomorrow. [View all]
Our darling Jack, little ruffian rescue dog who barged into this house full of testosterone - and heartworms, as it turned out, has been with us for a little over 8 years. He has become the most wonderful dog. Everyone who visits wants him to sleep with them, and he does. When we visited my elderly dad, Jack looked at me as if to say, "Just to let you know, I'm going to sleep with Grandpa. Okay, bye." Off he'd go.
He has mitral valve disease and collapsing trachea. He coughs day and night, and I'm medicating him twice as much. He wakes me up panting at 3 a.m. I believe while he's not in pain, he's struggling.
This is the hardest decision - everyone in the family agrees, but I'm just plagued with uncertainty. Yet, I know.
I just lost it feeding him his dinner tonight. Boy loves to eat, still.
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