It was finally time to do the deed. Had this dog since he was 8 weeks old!
I work for a veterinarian, and I knew this choice was coming down the pike, but that did not make it any easier to make the choice.
He could still see, teeth good, appetite good, water consumption good, still did bunny patrol, and annoyed the cats. But, over the weekend, lost bladder control. So, I know, I could continue to clean up, but at 17, it won't get better.
So, I fed him this morning, eggs and hash browns, screw dog food. He did one last bunny/cat patrol, and very sadly, took him to work, and held him for his last moments.
I really wanted for him to hang on just a little longer for warm weather, so we could bury him at home. Not to be. So, having him cremated.
At work we are on very comfortable terms with the guy from the local funeral home, who also does our pets.
I cried, while we did it, and then thought I was good. Called the funeral home, had a moment.
Then ok, then the guy who owns the funeral home, shows up, ok. Until we went to the back so he could get Mick. He offers up a hug! I just lost it!
Then I get better, and it finally slows down at work, and my boss, comes and gives me a hug. Tears again.
All of my life, I've lived in a rural/farm setting. I've never had to do this with a dog, they always got run over or died to natural causes or other farm accidents.
I felt so horrible, while I know it was the right thing, I felt like I was judge, jury and executioner!
Basically it was one cr***y day.