I had the hardest time parting with my previous 19 yr old family dog. I still remember the day I was playing with her in our living room and she suddenly 'lost' her hind legs - she tried and tried to stand up but couldn't and she was crying and so sad about it. She cried in my bed for nights, realizing she couldn't stand up to turn around. However, besides the paralyses of her hind legs, and blindness, she was still energetic, still eating, still pooping and peeing normally. I got her a doggy wheelchair and she managed to keep on...I oftentimes think that maybe we should have let her go earlier. But we really weren't ready. My mom was also very much attached to her and she especially wasn't ready to let her go.
Finally at 19 yrs, we all agreed it was time for her to go. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. Even though I'd already mentally prepared myself that it was time for her to go when she lost her hind legs a year or so before, it was still so hard when the day finally came.
Sorry for my sob story...
Our furbabies are just such a large part of our lives in both time and meaning, they never ever leave our hearts. It took me a few years to get passed the sadness. But it's life and she's now in doggy heaven. Best wishes to you to come to terms with yourself and with Scrappy to know when the right time is.
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