Likely we are going to have to have our oldest dog pts in the next couple of days. He's 16, Border x Jack Russell terrier. Was a horror when he was younger, but has been a placid old boy. He's got dementia, possibly a heart issue, we've tried meds but he didn't get on with them. Doesn't want to eat much now, he's either lethargic or wandering around confused, poor wee lad. I feel so guilty as I've been away a lot taking care of an elderly family member who lives 3hrs away, I haven't noticed his decline as much as DH and DC, but I do think he's telling us it's his time. I'm going to ring the vet in the morning, as we are all struggling seeing him like this.
I'm devastated - we have 3 dogs of different ages but Buster has always been very much my baby. He's as old as DS2, who has never really known life without him. We weren't going to get a dog at that point, but we heard about him from a family friend, his owner was having to move and couldn't take him. The rest is history.
I know it's the right thing, it's just so bloody hard to let them go.