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i ended up w my mom’s little cocker when she went into assisted living. my son got attached to him.
when it was time, as decreed by mom, my son wanted to go. he was about 10. the dog was 17, and very frail. they had a hella time placing the catheter. it was grim.

after spending time as a hospice volunteer, i’ll b slower to do this than in the past, i think.
the dog my ex ended up w went peacefully last month. he got that last minute rush of energy the day b4 and played some ball.
i have his half bro, 6 mos younger. the day is coming. le sigh.
no points for giving them a good life, if u dont give them a good death.