
His hips have been bad for years (a problem dogs his size are prone to), but in the last few months, it's been getting harder and harder for him to stand up, or even go up one step without falling down.
He had good days and bad days, but it was pretty obvious that soon it would be nothing but bad days, and I didn't want to watch him have to go through that. Better to go out with a little bit of his dignity intact.
I thought I was handling it fine, then I noticed all those nose-prints he left on the patio's sliding glass door, and thought about cleaning them off. For the last time.
I thought the hard part was going to be self-doubt & second-guessing over the timing of my decision - should I maybe have let him have some more of those good days?
Turns out the hard part is that I just miss having him around.



