He was 13, and the best dog anyone could ask for.
For the past couple of months he'd been going to the vet weekly to see if it was time - he's had arthritis for a couple of years but was managing until recently, and he developed a heart problem too. The vet said she was surprised he lasted this long, she was expecting to have to put him down weeks ago, and she thinks he held on because he loved us. I know she was trying to be kind but that made me feel worse, like the poor thing was miserable and we forced him
And even up until the end he was so happy, wagging his tail all trusting, no idea what was going on. On the way to the vet he hung his head out of the window and was all excited to go in the car and all the while we were taking him to be killed.
I know it was the right thing and I wouldn't want him to suffer but I still feel like we have betrayed him. Is that silly?