My Mom brought home a poodle when I was 14. Lilly was about 5 when we got her. She didn't like anyone but my mom & me. Later she loved my child also. All others she would snip at or bite. When she got to be about 14years, Lilly was blind & could hardly walk. No one could bring her in to be put to sleep. We let her out one night to go potty & she took off across the street in front of a car. There she laid & as I picked her up she looked at me & took her last breath. Her eyes were telling me it was all right.
It's almost like she knew, she was saving us from having to take her in.
It is never easy making choices like this, & sometimes nature doesn't make us have to.
I feel for you, I would be dying to have to make that discission. |