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My basset is having a lot of trouble walking (bad knees). He was doing much better for a while but things havn't been looking good the past few days. I'm having to carry him outside sometimes. I don't mind it but it's not good for his back. Seems no matter what I do, it's the wrong thing and I do more harm than good. All he does is eat and sleep which I don't mind but what goes in must come out and we're having trouble getting him in and out without him being in pain. We're close to the day, I don't know exactly when this will go down. This is the last I care to speak about it. I may not be around for a while till things settle.
 
Praying for you - never forget, grief is the price of love. No love, no pain.
 
I'm sorry.....
 
Billy, here's something I wrote for my daughter's first dog. Maybe gives an idea of how we love the little guys.
I know how you are feeling about now, having lost a couple more since, and know you will do what is best for you buddy.

He was a funny little dog.
I mean a funny sight,
a sort of dirty black, tangled mass
of what looked more like lint
than hair or fur.
But we knew him as
A loveable fuzz-ball.

Oh, he did his share
of funny things too,
pretending to not eat
until I got on all four
as if to attack his dish –
we called that “play food” –
a silly little game but
he liked making me do that…
power, I think.

Then there was my daughter’s
very large stuffed lion,
four times his size and ferocious,
but he was never to shy or timid
to, well, sniff its backside,
I’m sure with romance
on his mind.

And he was smart,
knew how to do about
anything he wanted and
knew how to work us,
his human pets, pretty well
but he never could remember to
watch for those razor-like claws
on his cat lurking on the chair
he was running under
until too late.
Slash.
Again.

He climbed into his bed early
most nights so he could awake early
to be my alarm clock next morning –
I’d feel a thump as he hit my bed,
or maybe a warm lick on my hand.
He took that job seriously –
But that night, when I had to help
him into his little red bed,
I somehow knew he wouldn’t
wake me tomorrow.
 
So hard... so damm'd hard.

I know it ain't much help but it struck me as strangely appropriate: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s51bN1uIzhE

I believe there is a "Rainbow Bridge" and it

Oh, Billy. I am soo sorry. Really.
 
Our dear li'l Nimrod didn't want to go, and with his last breath looked into my eyes... I hope I will see him again. Sometime, somewhere.

..along with Mesa, Bereketh, Li'l Kitty, Glitch, Merlyn and this Last Cat, my dear Baby.

It's worse than having kids. With those there's the reasonable expectation they will outlive you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xv-LGFwQ5I
 
I'm so sorry Billy. I've had a kinda hard year myself (I've lost three loved ones). Anytime I've felt down about any of them, or all of them I like to listen to this.
I'm just so so sorry Billy.
 
Well....he made a comeback and is doing o.k again (at least for now). Stupid thing trips over himself for food. Yesterday he wound up diving out of the front door for a treat/bribe to get him outside. He now has a bulge in his neck (might not be from that), vet says it's a muscle so now we have pills for that too. He seems to be comfortable and has NO loss of appetite whatsoever. I was awoken at 5:30 am to be informed that breakfast needs to be served...immediately. He's not as wobbly as before and is getting around o.k. The day may not be as close as I thought the other morning but it's still closer than I care to think or talk about. I've never seen a dog with so many lives, as many times we've thought "this is it", he must be part cat. "Takes a lickin' , keeps on stinkin' ", and so we move on...

Edit: while I was typing he informed me he had a delivery to make. After all stops were made he went on a short patrol (about 50 yards or so). I turned him around and headed him back in, not wanting to push things. He is now informing me lunch needs to be on deck...and I just fed him ten minutes ago...
 
This is the look I'm currently getting.... (that's his memory foam in the background)


 
That's good news.... Very cute dog, by the way!

We have an 11 year-old Chocolate Lab that we love dearly, and he has some bad days and better days. Today he has laid on the carpet in the living room and hasn't budged all day so it's obvious that he's not feeling good.
 
Billy, Carla and I have been through this more times than we want to think about. It's sooo hard. Sometimes we DO think about it and both of us end up sobbing over so many animals we've loved. We feel for you absolutely.
 
Steve said:
Today he has laid on the carpet in the living room and hasn't budged all day so it's obvious that he's not feeling good.
Click to expand...

Sounds more like he's finally has the racket figured out... :thumbsup:
 
I know exactly how you feel. Our miniature pinscher Rosco has bladder cancer and was given 3-6 months this past March. We've had a few occasions where he appeared to be getting much worse, but each time with rest and affection (and lettuce, he loves his veggies) he seems to have recovered. Things are definitely progressing, but he's doing his very best to stay as awesome as ever in the meantime. I'm glad to hear your little guy is doing the same.
 
Interestingly, I saw this just the other day:

It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life, gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are.
-Unknown
 
It's never easy when they get to this point in their lives. I always found the thought of having to let them go was far worse than the actual act of doing so. A lot of times people will allow themselves to get so wrapped up in their dogs final days that they lose sight of the years of happiness they gave them. Whatever decision you have to make, I'm sure it will be the right one. When it is the time to let go, I hope that the pain of his loss will fade so that only the happy memories shall remain.
 
Those of us Billy that have had pets over the years know exactly how you feel. They become family and a loss of one tears a little of your heart out. My son had a Basset for around 15 years, such a lovable creature who always greeted me at the door and would not let me forget to pet him when I came in. One day he just went to sleep and didn't get up the following morning. So yes, I know how you feel at the thought of what is to come. That's the part where life is cruel some times and we feel helpless when nature takes control. A prayer for you two is in the making to help you through this. PJ
 
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