I have no answers for you, it's so tough.
Our Golden, Daisy, was around 8 1/2 years old when she got cancer. She had tumors all over the place. My dad shelled out a few grand and it gave her two more years of a good life but the tumors came back. Poor ole' Daisy just started getting sick.
My dad told himself that when she stops eating... that's when he would put her down. She stopped eating one day, then the next... you could tell - she was ready to go. So, we all said our goodbyes, and it was awful. She was a good dog. |