Yesterday, I had to put my dog down. His name was charlie and he was 11. He was 75% great dane and 25% bullmastiff and weighed 186 pounds. He has been my best friend through so many hard times. He was there through my divorce. He was there through both spinal surgeries. He was there when I became disabled. This dog lived through so much. When he was 9 months old, he was diagnosed with very agressive cancer and despite the odds, my vet performed surgery and it never came back. When he was two years old, his spleen ruptured on the morning of my wedding! He was collapsed on the floor and needed immediate surgery. He lived through that and came back to perfect health. The last few years, his health has been failing. His hips deteriorated which is common in large breed dogs. He got to the point where he could not stand up on his own and walked with a very severe limp. He grew another tumor which was pressing on his bladder causing constant urine leakage. He was too old to undergo another surgery and if the tumor could have been removed, his hips could not and he would have still been in pain. When I got up yesterday to let him out, he just layed there. He tried so hard to get up, but couldn't. I'm recovering from spinal surgery and cant lift him and I'm single so I had no help. It took him nearly 30 minutes to stand and his legs were just buckling beneath him. I knew it was time. I realized that he needed to go to another place. I did the right thing and sent him to heaven. As he passed, I looked into his eyes and promised him that we would be together again someday, and i must keep that promice. Many have told me that pets dont go to heaven, but I refuse to believe that, his soul was wonderful, he's there i'm sure. This comes only after I suddently and tragically lost my 5 year old cat ony 2 months ago. Kitty was in perfect health and had no signs of illness. He was laying in the sun on the couch on minute and having a seizure out of control the next. He died within minutes and the vet determined he had a blood clot in his brain; nothing could have been done to stop him. I have another dog, Kirby, who is totally lost today. He keeps walking around the house looking out the windows and doors and whining for charlie. He has no idea that Charlie is not coming back. Kirby is 3 and I got him as a small puppy, so he's never been an only dog. Since I'm recovering from spinal surgery, I'm not able to physically handle the demands of a new dog or puppy. I can handle kirby because he is very well trained and gentle, but I could not take care of a high energy dog not. Sorry this is long, I just feel so lost. Every time I look at the spot charlie always layed, and its empty, I start balling my eyes out. Its so incredibly hard.
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