After 13 years my dog has been very sick the past couple weeks. Seizures, disorientation, and just being morose which is very sad.
Last week Sunday he had a rough night, I had to take him to the emergency vet at 10:30 PM, the vet explained to me that he has a brain tumor.
Since he is old (this dog breed life expectancy is around 12 years old and he's 13 years old), they don't recommend operating plus she thinks it won't help anyway. So the vet suggested putting him down. It was like a punch in the stomach.
The next morning (last week Monday) I took him to his regular vet who concurred with the emergency clinic vet.
She gave me some anti-seizure meds to give the dog and I took a week to think about it.
Although he hasn't had any more seizures, the poor dog is just miserable. He whimpers a lot and it just isn't the same dog. He can't make it up the stairs anymore and I can't let go outside on his own since he'll wander off.
Since I work from home I get to see what his day is like and it's not a fun, happy-go-lucky life for him anymore. Right now he's sleeping. We still go on walks which perk him up. But his quality of life, well - sucks. And the brain tumor is a ticking time bomb and when it goes off the vet said it won't be pretty.
I Googled canine brain tumor and read about the pain he is in and that was it.
So my wife called on Monday to make the appt to put him down, I couldn't make the call. Funny how attached I've become to my dog. But after 13 years, I guess it's normal. I feel silly about it but I can't help it. I'm going to miss my dog!
Here is a picture I took this summer: