Everyone loves a good ol' sad thread.
We have to take our dog Spencer for his last car ride today. I managed to not go in to work so I can hang out with him. He's probably the best-behaved dog we've ever had. Never got into anything he shouldn't have, aside from chasing and getting sprayed by more than a couple skunks over his life. He turned 11 back in May, and over the past couple months has been on some medications to slow the progression of some cancer. One of the issues with these types of treatments is that they also wreak havoc on the immune system, and he recently got an infection in his foot that is spreading like wildfire. He can't walk around on his foot, and has mostly refused to eat the past two days. You try to rationalize to yourself that he knows it's time, too, but really that's a silly thought to ease your own pain.
Boxers don't typically live longer than 8-10 years, and so you tend to start thinking of every extra day as a gift, and that's all well and good, but I still have to take my best friend to go die today, and it really @#%^ing sucks.
This is a picture of him lounging around with the puppy, around 7 or 8 moths ago: Link.
Edited, Aug 8th 2012 2:35pm by Spoonless