A while back we thought our dog had leptospirosis.
I laid next to my dog in a bathtub for two days, and it was selfish on my part. I was hoping it was an illness that my boy could beat.
He couldn't eat food and couldn't even keep in water.
It wasn't something he could beat.
When we went to the vet, she told us it was kidney failure. Because of covid, we couldn't even be with him when he was put down.
I've always made it a point to get my dog a steak before they take that last ride to the vet, but it wasn't possible.
It broke me.
But as someone who lives with fairly shitty lungs, you are sparing your buddy from a world of pain.
golly this lame earth.
(current dog is fine, this was my last dog, pikachu.)
For what it's worth, this is the poo part of the relationship, where there is nothing we can do but make that horrible choice. Please do not feel any guilt here, you're ending pain.