Our dachshund, Chaco, was 17 1/2 years old. He started to fail about a year ago. We have fretted and worried about when the day would come that we would have to say 'goodbye' and it came on this past Monday. We made the decision based on his health issues, bad back with pain, not able to walk or stand for very long, stomach ailments and eating issues, blindness and confusion, I could go on...but the signs were there and could no longer be ignored. Any 'body function' he had to do he needed help in doing..we were experiencing 'doggy hospice'.
Through much discussion and definite 'guilt' we had him put down. The vet said that we could do some meds that would help him for a bit, but we would likely be right back where we were in a very short time - that helped tuck away a little of the 'guilt' I felt. She agreed with us that it was time to say 'goodbye'.
So - WE SAID our FINAL goodbye's and held him while he slipped away. It was a heart-wrenching task..one that continues to visit my memory. But in the days ahead, we will realize it was the best thing we could do. He was the one of the three we have had the privilege to raise in our 20+ years together. Now we are a Dogless Home. We have agreed to NOT think about having another dog for at least a year..and especially since COVID is still around. I can't bare the thought of myself getting ill, being hospitalized or dying and leaving a dog behind with no one to take care of it.
I would like to share a video I made of him and our other two dogs...but it's too large for Blogger. It helped my mind - to put it together. (anyway, here are a few photos of him)