My wife was the one who took our golden to the vet when it was time to say goodbye. I had to work. Coming home to an empty house just tore us up, and we often thought we could hear him. A few months later we got a black lab from the shelter and she was a joy for years and came with us to TV. But she broke a rear leg and the vet showed us the X-ray that revealed she had little bone mass remaining. The leg could have been repaired but she would be in pain forever. So I had to make the decision to put her down and stay with her while her life ended. I am still haunted by her lifting her head to look at me when the vet started the injection. I can NEVER go through that again. Even though the vet told me I did the right thing for her, I felt like I failed her. So, no more dogs. I get my canine fix from all the great dogs in my neighborhood.
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