I put my best buddy to sleep last night around 11 p.m. after a month long fight with aspiration pneumonia caused by megaesophogus. He was doing great all last week after taking the strongest antibiotics available; he was acting like his old self. Saturday evening he started getting the pneumonia symptoms again and on Sunday took a turn for the worse so we took him to the emergency vet hospital where we made the decision to let him go. My wife and I are having a difficult time dealing with the pain, trying to make it positive, but its hard. My big boys name is Aic, pronounced Ike and we was tall 140lb Rottweiler with his tail still attached! I remember the day I picked him up so vividly. Its hard to believe 10 years have passed, he was my first dog and we did so much together, we were best friends. He was an only dog until I met my wife almost 6-years ago who brought him two playmates, Harley and Tyler. They were all instantly best friends and bonded like brothers from the start. I am so happy that my boy had my wife, and his two brothers for half his life; I truly believe they kept each other young and spunky! Not a day would go by at our house without those boys making us crack up; they all have such distinct personalities. I am trying to find peace that I made the right decision to end his suffering, and deep down I know it was the right thing to do.
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