I had to put my beloved dog down today. My wife came home yesterday and he was spread out all fours, lying in pee. He must have been that way all day. I rushed home, he was so weak. He could not stand. I pushed water through his lips much of the night to re-hydrate him. I had called my son soon after getting home, he came down from CT.
This morning he had a little more life back, but was still very wobbly. He is 17 going on 18 in a few days. I have wanted to put him down a little while ago, but my wife fought me on it. Even today she had hopes that he would come back. I decided it had to be now..
I have had a few animals over the years. This is the one.. the one that tears at you..
He would catch frisbees 6' up , he'd run for a ball thrown and catch it on the first bounce... you could not believe he could even get there in time. When we was younger than 12 there was never a time you could and relax on the couch.. It was always play time. He'd nudge you with the nose, drop a ball or toy into your lap and push it again if you didn't respond. I loved it.
He could no longer make it down the stairs to the shop... it's been like that for 2 or 3 years. I kind of missed him down there, sitting or lying there watching me work.
I could walk him w/o a leash. He was better w/o the leash than with it. On a leash he would pull, w/o it he would stay either at my side or a few steps ahead. A call, and he would come back to my side.
I will miss him. And now, I just feel empty, aimless, like my gut has been ripped out.
Chase rest in peace buddy, I already miss you.