Well, we all four came to a decision today, and so my husband and I kept the tentative appointment we had made to have Chewy put down. This gave both of my son's a chance to say goodbye at home, then they comforted each other (14 and 17 years old) while we took Chewy to the vet. Of course when he realized where we were the adrenaline kicked in and he was able to hobble around and smell all the wonderful smells in the parking lot and waiting area.
The staff was wonderful and saw us right to a room so we wouldn't be put in the position of making small talk with the other clients.
It was a very tough call to make, but with both liver and kidney failure, he was sleeping all day and night, and eating only apple slices, barely drinking.
I don't have regrets, but feel so sad.
He was a wonderful friend for over 10 years, to all of us. A stray beauty that stole our hearts, even that of my reluctant husband, who broke down heavily when the moment came and he was gone.
We will miss you Chewy, in so many ways. Our barbecues just won't be the same without having to wrestle corn cobs and mussels from your determined little jaws. I'll never look at a baby carrot without thinking of you and how you loved them so much. The funniest, sweetest little dog we could have ever wished for. Thank you for finding your way to us.