So I have a 17 year old dog . . . had her since I was 8 . . . absolutely adore the little pooch. Well, she's lived a wonderful long life . . . she's been in declining health, but still comfortable. Anyway, she had a sonogram yesterday and it turns out she has a large tumor in her bladder. The vet says the tumor is not yet bothering her much, but it is inevitable that it will . . . and, clearly, this will require putting her down.
I was really hoping she would be able to pass naturally . . . she has lived for so long and been with me for over 2/3rds of my life . . . really didn't want to have to make the decision to put her down . . . although, I suppose it is a bit easier to do knowing that this is really a no brainer, I suppose . . . it has to be done . . .
Don't know how much longer I'll have with her . . . but will have to make the most of it.