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[mallorys_camera]

So. Milo.

I took him for a long walk. He sniffed a lot, but he didn’t run or prance.

Then I brought him back to the vet and they gave him the medication. I held him and petted him, and told him I loved him, and talked to him about Doggy Heaven, which looks an awful lot like Del Monte Beach in Monterey, a place where he can prance, and chase an endless supply of green balls, and there are always other dogs to wrastle. I stayed with him until the end. It was very peaceful.

I didn’t feel as sad as I expected to. I had the sense while we were walking together that he was in some pain, and that that pain would have escalated very quickly.

He was a really good boy. The best boy ever.
I will love him always, and I will miss him.

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[alexkaufmann]

I have had to euthanize two pets. In both cases, it was simultaneously the hardest and easiest decisions I've ever made.

Friends of mine call it the final duty of responsible pet owners-- it's the pact you implicitly make when you take home(or take in)your new friend.

It is absolutely heart-breaking and I wish you a short trip through the land of guilt and loss. Be prepared for your underlying depression and new-found grief to magnify each other.

I'm always reachable if you need to talk.