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Well, I had to make the decision on Monday for Bear. He was my 17 year old white Husky. Ya know, the last year I tried twice to make the move to the VET, but I really wanted Bear to make his own decision. He was still able to walk outside by himself and take his potty breaks albeit a little wobbly. I keep this nails short, when he would let me cut them. When they got long they curled under and bothered him when he walked. He was very clean; he did not mind the bath so much; he still had an appetite; he was still cognizant of his surroundings; he interacted the best he could. He even would meet me at the door sometimes when he could navigate the two steps. So, I kept giving him a good diet and cleaned his linens and brushed him. Always giving him treats; singing to him; given him lots of hugs. I work from the home and we were constant buds 24/7/265. I never went anywhere overnite for the last several years because I wanted to care for him. It was no problem and I liked it and he was a great companion. He gave me the extra eyes and ears around the home. The last year or so he started staying close to his bedroom and dripping in his bed. No problem as I just washed it more often. Then he started having #2 accidents at nite since it was hard poopy. Still no problem and I would take him outside as much as he could stand. We always walked around the outside of the house at least once a day. Most recently he started having wet accidents in bed and would not be able to get up after sleeping in it. He would actually go to the side of the bed that was dry and give me that look like there was something gross in his bed. BUT, this last weekend he began whimpering for me to come in and pick him up and then I knew he was not going to last much longer. He would go get some water and I would hear his whimper because he would fall and I would pick him up. He just could not stand on his own anymore and then I knew what I had to do. I had been mentally preparing for this moment for a long time and I just told him "It was okay, we all get old." in a warm soft voice; gave him hugs and kisses; and dumped heads after a kiss on the nose. He would gently close his eyes and I would sing to him. So, when we had to go to the VET he was calm and it was like a normal outing. BUT, and that is a very BIG BUT, I do "feel" like crap that it came down to this and I HAD to make the decision. I know it was the right thing to do; I know it was the best for him; I would rather be there with him until the end and not have him run off somewhere or hide in a corner or pass without being together. What can you say, Our Canines, our little creatures, are family to all of us and they deserve as much reverence and respect as any family member. I believe after 17 years he had a great life; was respected; was cared for appropriately; cared for until the end. Special!