This morning I had to put my dog down. I have never had to do something like this before, but I knew it was time. He was diagnosed with cancer in November and although I knew he would not ever be cured, we felt we could prolong his life for another couple of years with chemo. He developed glaucoma and then blindness in both eyes. He had high blood pressure so was on meds for that. The effects of the chemo were horrible. He had uncontrollable urination and then diahhrea for over a month. I never knew what I would find when I came home. He was confused and disoriented. He smelled horrific. I gave him lots of love and tried reassuring him that I was right here. He wanted to be close to me all the time. Last night, I came home and I think he had had a stroke. His eyes were rolled back in his head and he kept shaking his head. He could hardly stand. This morning, he kept putting his paw on me like he was telling me that it was time. I took him to the vet and held him as they gave him the shot. My heart is broken. I hated to make this decision and prayed and prayed that he would be ok. But I knew this morning that God had decided it was his time. He went peacefully. May you run free in heaven, Dakota. Mommy misses you so much already.
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