Thanks everyone for all the kind words. I'm still in pieces, tears in my eyes as I type this.
Here he is earlier this year, just before he fell ill.
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And here is the last photo I have, just before I had to say goodbye. Physically he was just a shadow of his previous proud, noble self, but his loving character was still there and I could tell from his eyes that he was glad he was with his Dad.
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I know it was the right thing to do, but he's the only dog I've ever had and my heart is still breaking.
So sorry for your loss, @Drago, but you're a kind man that made the selfless choice. Don't be hard on yourself. Your request for him to be allowed to feel no more pain in the face of terrible odds and the impending inevitable was one of compassion.
One positive, once the painful hurt you feel dies down, Lemmy will visit you over and over through great memories. Lemmy is not hurting anymore. We all feel for you, friend.
My boy Lemmy has been Ill this last month or two with cancer. The odds of surgery being "successful" were put at 10-15% at best, and even then the vet felt I would only be kicking the can up the road for a month or two.
I did not think that would be worth the pain of treatment with such a low chance of a positive outcome, so I took the decision not to go ahead and to simply enjoy the time I had left with him.
The last few days his health has declined sharply, and the vet diagnosed that he was bleeding into his abdomen, so I took the difficult decision to have him put to sleep.
I was there at the end holding his paw and reassuring him, and felt his spirit slip away very suddenly.
I've lost be best friend I've ever had, and feel dreadful that it was my signature that made it happen. Logic tells me it was the kindest thing to do, but I feel terrible and don't think I can ever forgive myself.
R.I.P. Lemmy. I'm already missing you
My boy Lemmy has been Ill this last month or two with cancer. The odds of surgery being "successful" were put at 10-15% at best, and even then the vet felt I would only be kicking the can up the road for a month or two.
I did not think that would be worth the pain of treatment with such a low chance of a positive outcome, so I took the decision not to go ahead and to simply enjoy the time I had left with him.
The last few days his health has declined sharply, and the vet diagnosed that he was bleeding into his abdomen, so I took the difficult decision to have him put to sleep.
I was there at the end holding his paw and reassuring him, and felt his spirit slip away very suddenly.
I've lost be best friend I've ever had, and feel dreadful that it was my signature that made it happen. Logic tells me it was the kindest thing to do, but I feel terrible and don't think I can ever forgive myself.
R.I.P. Lemmy. I'm already missing you terribly.
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My boy Lemmy has been Ill this last month or two with cancer. The odds of surgery being "successful" were put at 10-15% at best, and even then the vet felt I would only be kicking the can up the road for a month or two.
I did not think that would be worth the pain of treatment with such a low chance of a positive outcome, so I took the decision not to go ahead and to simply enjoy the time I had left with him.
The last few days his health has declined sharply, and the vet diagnosed that he was bleeding into his abdomen, so I took the difficult decision to have him put to sleep.
I was there at the end holding his paw and reassuring him, and felt his spirit slip away very suddenly.
I've lost be best friend I've ever had, and feel dreadful that it was my signature that made it happen. Logic tells me it was the kindest thing to do, but I feel terrible and don't think I can ever forgive myself.
R.I.P. Lemmy. I'm already missing you terribly.
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