I am not sad when pets die. I am sad when they suffer before they die. So that’s why it’s time for Buddy to take the Big Sleep. He doesn’t have any quality of life left.
Once I tamed the “bite” out of Buddy, he was a pretty chill dog. He had zero interest in chasing balls, totally ignored other dogs, and loved to sneak food off the kitchen counter when no one was looking (I never could tame that out of him).
He had a great life and he is basically dying of old age at 15 (105 in dog years). You can’t really do much better than that with a pet, unless you have a Galapagos Tortoise or something that lives to be like 200 years old. I don’t believe in Heaven, but if I’m wrong, then Buddy will be reunited with Ginger, so he’ll know someone up there. I prefer to believe Buddy will be transported through time/space to a universe ruled by canines and he will helm a starship that does battle with the evil Felines of Catnipius 5.
If anyone wants to see Buddy before he goes, my friend Sherry and I will be paying last respects in my back yard around 12:30 today before I take him to the vet sometime this afternoon, barring some kind of miraculous recovery on Buddy’s part.
Thanks for all the supportive thoughts and well wishes. HUGZ!