@Helplessandheartbroke thank you so much. My boy was diabetic, I'd overcome all the issues that came with it, injections twice a day which we both hated initially but found our way through it together. He had gone blind with diabetic cataracts and we had those removed and got his sight back for him. It was wonderful the day he opened his eyes and the blurriness had gone and he looked at me so happy and surprised.
We kept going for two years but I knew he wasn't himself last Christmas he wasn't interested in pulling paper to pieces after all the gits were unwrapped and he was starting to lose weight. Deep down I knew he was beginning to lose the battle.
But in every other way he was himself happy on walks, tail wagging just full of joy. We went away for a short break and he couldn't wait to explore but had been sick when we arrived and we assumed it was the ridiculous amount of time we had been in the car.
The break was fun he was happy but when we got home he seemed to be a bit off and then started pooing blood. I thought I'd give it a day see how he was and he seemed better and was enjoying walks. Then suddenly it got worse and I had to clean him up in the bath and I noticed he was bleeding from his gums.
I rang the vets and took him straight in, they asked if he could have eaten poison and we were pretty sure he couldn't have. His belly was black from internal bleeding and the blood tests showed he had no white cells at all. The vet said a transfusion might help, but would be unpleasant, risky and not guaranteed it would work.
I couldn't put him through anymore and I knew he'd had enough. I'd always promised I would do what was right for him not me. So I asked for him to be put to sleep, the vet said she suspected cancer and I was doing the right thing.
I held him and told him how much he was loved. But I do think what if I did say yes and he recovered and could be sat by my side now? I miss him so much it hurts.
I have a little puppy now and I talk about him to her but I had to admit the other day I love her but she's not my boy. I think a little of me holds back now as I just don't want the pain again.