So I'm feeling sad right now. He was almost 10, came down with some kind of auto-immune affliction. He had no energy, no appetite, vomiting, diarrhea. Had only 10% of his normal red blood cell count. I could have done a transfusion and a bunch of tests involving vet stays and lots of poking and prodding just to find the problem, but even then the vet gave him a 50/50 shot. Rather than put him through all that, I just decided to put him down. He was always a very, very happy dog who had lots of energy and HATED the vet. I was there when he went, and rubbed his ears for him. He always liked that. I buried him in my grandmother's back yard.
This sucks. Sorry to bum you guys out at the holidays.
This sucks. Sorry to bum you guys out at the holidays.