Oh Kelly, my heart is aching for you. Your precious, strong, devoted gentleman – it’s so unfair that they have to age so quickly.
He has been my loyal, big sweetheart and stood by my side for over 12 years now, pretecting me with nothing more than his stark beauty and stoic presence.
It’s hard to even consider life without them. Apollo has been your reality for 12 years. What sounds like 12 wonderful years. From that 7 week old little bouncing butterball, the schutzhund work, finding out what his strengths were, the conformation and obedience titles. The long, full life of a protector by your side.
Kelly, there were some very authentic words of wisdom given to me from the remarkably caring folks here. When I questioned the ethics and expressed my difficulty in taking the life of a cherished loved one, they were able to put my torment into perspective at every turn. I now have an entirely new way of looking at this step in the relationship with a spirit that provides unconditional love.
His whole back end sways when he walks and sometimes his back legs just give out and he falls when he is just trying to stand; his back end is atrophied and his back feet are scared and bleed if he walks; He literally chews on his back feet- supposedly from the discomfort???
Their bodies grow old and their life becomes more pain than pleasure. Connie told me that she never regretted acting, perhaps a day or two early, but has regretted putting it off. I feel that, for selfish reasons, I did prolong the inevitable. It was painful for him, horrendous for me to watch and made justifying my actions (inactions) that much harder to come to terms with. I deeply regret this and he suffered because of it. We have the ability to alleviate this for them, with a gift, that I so desperately want to believe, makes them whole again.
Im wondering if I just dont want to hear it...cuz I really dont.
I need for him to die with dignity...but how do I know when that is??
I didn’t want to hear it either. He was my dog and he wasn’t going anywhere until I was good and ready. But I was never going to be ready and nothing can ever prepare you for this loss. But we do need to hear it and we need to be open to their communication and we must listen to them.
There isn’t much dignity in an atrophied rear end. Chewing on scarred and bleeding feet can’t be any fun. Your regal, dignified Apollo is now having to police the fun times rather than participating in them.
Edward was like that too. He wanted things quiet in the end. We were a great team, he always told me when the young ones were getting too rambunctious and with his help, we taught them some wonderful manners. They still look to his empty spot on the porch when things get a little too active. It’s only me they hear now, but I know their memory of his constant reminders is still strong as ever.
If you are like me and many of the good people here, this will be one of the hardest decisions you’ll ever have to make. But please make the right one, for the sake of Apollo.