Goodbye dear friend...
Last night when I got home, I found that my elderly Pug, Winston could no longer walk. This has been a long process to come to this point. Today he is home with "Grandma" eating roast beef and anything else she wants to give him. Tonight when I get home, after some time to say goodbye, I will be taking him for his final trip to the vets office.
I rescued him at 1 1/2 yrs old in April of 1995... so he is somewhere around 13 yrs old. He has been with me longer than any other man in my life. He's had a long, happy life and while this is one of the hardest decisions to make, I promised him when the time came I would do what is best for him, not me. The time is now here. His quality of life is no more. He cannot sit in the sunshine out back where he loved to sunbathe, he cannot walk to the foodbowl, his favorite past time, and he cannot even walk outside to relieve himself. I can't let him lose his dignity and I know in my very heavy heart, that this is the right thing to do now.
I hope these pictures will bring you a bit of joy today, as he has brought 12 years of true joy to me...
Goodbye dear friend. You will be missed.
There is a fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness".