Pets are very cool to have, but it just sucks when they get up there in years and the fun times you had with them are replaced by seeing them stuck in a corner in pain.
I had my dog from '85 to about 2003. She was a cool little rascal half-poodle and half-silky terrier. I knew things were going to get worse when my dog started ****ting itself and having a seizure when I was vacuuming. I turned off the vacuum and just became a 7 year old in a 24 year old's body, wondering what the **** is going on with my dog. I picked her up and she was shaking. I then let her outside since I thought "well, if she's ****ting herself she has to go real bad". I set her down, she took a few steps and then another seizure struck and she started banging her head on the patio. I picked her up, and held her for a few hours till she calmed down.
I later found out that as she got older she got epilepsy and her arthritis got real bad, where she'd walk around for a bit and then start whimpering when she got stuck in a corner. I took her to my parents, said "she needs to be put down. I wouldn't even wish this on my brother", packed my things and moved out.
2 months later, I got a call from my mom that they did put her down. I said thanks, and haven't spoken to my folks again.
Sorry about your dog dudeman
I had my dog from '85 to about 2003. She was a cool little rascal half-poodle and half-silky terrier. I knew things were going to get worse when my dog started ****ting itself and having a seizure when I was vacuuming. I turned off the vacuum and just became a 7 year old in a 24 year old's body, wondering what the **** is going on with my dog. I picked her up and she was shaking. I then let her outside since I thought "well, if she's ****ting herself she has to go real bad". I set her down, she took a few steps and then another seizure struck and she started banging her head on the patio. I picked her up, and held her for a few hours till she calmed down.
I later found out that as she got older she got epilepsy and her arthritis got real bad, where she'd walk around for a bit and then start whimpering when she got stuck in a corner. I took her to my parents, said "she needs to be put down. I wouldn't even wish this on my brother", packed my things and moved out.
2 months later, I got a call from my mom that they did put her down. I said thanks, and haven't spoken to my folks again.
Sorry about your dog dudeman