my dog ellie who i got at 8 wks old at the end of feb 2009(from a litter of 9 from a random sign on our local shop from complete mongrols 4 puppys were not rehome they were killed i found out after) cause i was raised with mongrol dogs but at time 4 of my collegues had paid big money for special breeds which annoyed me ,cause well its obvious ,but my ellie who is 16 at xmas we have special sock for her, is going to be put down on monday morning and im devastated and questioning my decision and realising that im all alone without her , i have my son who thank god is out living good life with longterm friends and girlfriend he doesnt drink or party but im happy he happy living his best life and always by biggest support and friend , i have my mum and
brothers+sister and nieces,nelhews and core group of friends so not alone ... but ... I had Ellie through all the bad and the grief and loss but also the fun and dancing and partys and she was my best supporter i never had to hide my feelings she was just there no matter how i felt. i always gave her the cheese and ham tax from the fridge but still feel like im losing my best friend, and im 2nd guessing my decision again even though I know its right and all ready overdue needed to rent to the abyss

Believe me I know how your feeling..It is one of the hardest choices I had to make this last Oct 2023..

Back in 2007 I got Sassy as a rescue she was a Cocker Spaniel and one of the most loving dogs I had ever had..One of my friends was staying with me till he found a place.. He was coming home one evening from his gf's and found her rolling under a car on a busy stretch of road... He stopped, got out and grabbed her to put in his truck... She looked at him and smiled.. Lucky she was not hurt just scared.

He brought her to my house.. The next morning I saw her told him to go to work I would call the pound in the area he found her.. To see what I needed to do.. I was told if you want to keep her we will take your number down in case someone inquires about her.. so that is what I did..

Sassy was approximately a year old according to the vet I took her too a month later after no one had claimed her.. She was 17 when I had to make the choice to let her go... At the time she was blind, deaf and I had to put her in doggy diapers...

She was not only my fur baby but my best friend. She slept with me every night and always at the door when I got home and followed me to the door when I left...

I did something with her I had never done with an animal I had in the past.. I had her cremated they made paw prints out of plaster for me to keep and her collar hangs around her Urn... in my office....

I miss her more than anything, but due to the condition she was in, she is in a much better place.. I was with her till she took her last breath as I held her in my arms...

I know it is a hard choice but there comes a time we must make that choice for they just keep hanging on waiting on us to be able to let go at times... Heartfelt prayers for you........