Riven
Bad Chin
I've been going back and forth for the last month considering whether it was about time to put my yorkie to sleep. He's 14 1/2 years old, and if left to his own devices would probably outlive me.
Several years ago he had a stroke and kind of went downhill after that, he's night blind and fully blind in one eye due to an ucler. He has CHF, and he'll stare off at things for a very long time, he's nearly deaf, and sometimes it seems like he doesn't know who I am, then WHAM, he'll remember and get all happy like he hasn't seen me in a long time. A lot of times he just wonders around looking confused.
His teeth are horrible because the vet basically agreed that putting him down with his health problems would be a death sentence, he has bad and loose teeth and his breath smells a bit like death.
I don't mind cleaning up the messes in the house, but I don't want him to suffer. Sometimes he has good days and sometimes he has bad days, the bad days are starting to outweigh the good ones, and last year he stopped sleeping in my bedroom with me and instead sleeps on the couch.
I know that this is the right thing to do and I've made an appointment for tomorrow, but yet I feel like a traitor... I'm worried that tomorrow when he gets in the car happy to go that I won't be able to do it. My husband said that he won't do it because it's my dog and I should be there. This dog's been through everything with me, I know he deserves me there, so why is it so hard?
Several years ago he had a stroke and kind of went downhill after that, he's night blind and fully blind in one eye due to an ucler. He has CHF, and he'll stare off at things for a very long time, he's nearly deaf, and sometimes it seems like he doesn't know who I am, then WHAM, he'll remember and get all happy like he hasn't seen me in a long time. A lot of times he just wonders around looking confused.
His teeth are horrible because the vet basically agreed that putting him down with his health problems would be a death sentence, he has bad and loose teeth and his breath smells a bit like death.
I don't mind cleaning up the messes in the house, but I don't want him to suffer. Sometimes he has good days and sometimes he has bad days, the bad days are starting to outweigh the good ones, and last year he stopped sleeping in my bedroom with me and instead sleeps on the couch.
I know that this is the right thing to do and I've made an appointment for tomorrow, but yet I feel like a traitor... I'm worried that tomorrow when he gets in the car happy to go that I won't be able to do it. My husband said that he won't do it because it's my dog and I should be there. This dog's been through everything with me, I know he deserves me there, so why is it so hard?