I made the appointment today to have my sweet boy put down Monday morning. How do I get through this weekend knowing it’s his last? I’m already planning on a cheeseburger whipped cream-a-thon. It very hard to get him in the car and his back legs are giving out but I think he deserves one last trip to the dog park. We moved here mid November and I’m so sad I won’t be able to take him to see his friends and his special places back home. I know I’ll feel better after it’s done, the grief leading up to it is so much worse. I just hope I haven’t waited too long in my selfishness to keep him here with me. I’ve had several dogs but this guy was special. My heart is breaking. He really is the best dog I’ve ever had. A rescue at 6 years old. He greets everyone who comes to the house with a toy in his mouth. Won’t go for a walk without his tennis ball or stuffy…..he’s also a very chatty guy, tells you all about his day when you come home from work….Hasn’t had it easy though…Multiple surgeries for skin cancers, many teeth pulled, only to find recently he had cancer, 2 tumors, one on his spleen and one on his adrenal glands. Also frighteningly high blood pressure. This guys been through a lot. He deserves peace. I don’t know how many more times I can do this. I have 10 former pets ashes sitting on a bookshelf like a wall of death. I know he won’t be the last but he’ll be the one who hurts the most. I’ve been so lucky to have him in my life. I hope I’ll see him on the other side.