Putting my dog down on Friday. It’s time.
His is arthritis has progressed to the point he can’t really walk. We’ve known this was coming, and my wife and I planned to do it October. Then we moved it up to early September.
But it he took a drastic turn for the worse last night, so I am having them come Friday. I would have done it sooner, but I couldn’t reschedule my shoulder surgery and wasn’t sure I’d be in a position to do it tomorrow morning.
As much as I’ve prepped myself for this, it is one of the most miserable decisions I’ve had to make. I don’t know that I’ve cried this much in decades.