My parents' lovely collie was pts yesterday. He had lost all quality of life, had no joy or ability to walk. It was the kindest and bravest decision they could make for him.
Although I know all that, I am so worried for them. He was the light of their world-especially my DDad. I'm awake and crying like mad because I worry about how much they are missing him and how they'll cope. God knows I'm missing him and he wasn't my dog.
I don't even really know why I'm telling you all this. I think I'm hoping if I get it all out I might be able to stop crying and get some rest.
Anyway, goodbye beautiful boy. I'm sure you can chase balls in heaven- although you haven't on Earth for a while. I'm positive you're already making someone throw 3, always 3- never more or less- before you'll go and round them up. May it be populated with rabbit holes for sniffing and treat balls for bashing.