I got home from work yesterday, and I saw the wife's car in the driveway. I went inside, but I couldn't find her. When I looked outside, I saw her sitting in the snow next to our 14 year old Golden Retriever, Zach, and she was crying.
She had gotten him outside, but couldn't get him back in the house. He wouldn't/couldn't move himself. He's been having a hard time lately and we knew this day was coming, but didn't figure it would come this quick. He was just up and around (sort of) the other day.
I carried him into the house, and then we made the decision to not prolong his pain any more. My wife sat with him on the floor while I called the Vet. We spent some time with him, and then I had to carry him to the truck. When we got to the Vet's, I carried him inside and they took me back to the room they have set up for this. I laid him on the couch and sat next to him. He hasn't been able to get up on a couch for quite some time now, so I figured he might enjoy it as his last resting place. The vet was very professional, and compasionate about the process, but it still hurts just thinking about letting him go. I know he's better off now, but it's not easy.
A little history about Zach:
I got him as my Father's Day present back in 1991. He was my buddy. This was shortly after I lost my brother in October 1990, so he became a source of comfort. He was not your typical Golden Retriever...He grew to be about 110 pounds and wasn't fat. He was a horse. Dam Puppy Chow! He was always gentle and never showed a tooth to anyone...even small children that pulled his hair. He was always playful, and energetic, so the last couple of years have been hard watching him deteriorate.
He was a good dog, and I'll miss him very much.
Can't type anymore...pics tonight.
She had gotten him outside, but couldn't get him back in the house. He wouldn't/couldn't move himself. He's been having a hard time lately and we knew this day was coming, but didn't figure it would come this quick. He was just up and around (sort of) the other day.
I carried him into the house, and then we made the decision to not prolong his pain any more. My wife sat with him on the floor while I called the Vet. We spent some time with him, and then I had to carry him to the truck. When we got to the Vet's, I carried him inside and they took me back to the room they have set up for this. I laid him on the couch and sat next to him. He hasn't been able to get up on a couch for quite some time now, so I figured he might enjoy it as his last resting place. The vet was very professional, and compasionate about the process, but it still hurts just thinking about letting him go. I know he's better off now, but it's not easy.
A little history about Zach:
I got him as my Father's Day present back in 1991. He was my buddy. This was shortly after I lost my brother in October 1990, so he became a source of comfort. He was not your typical Golden Retriever...He grew to be about 110 pounds and wasn't fat. He was a horse. Dam Puppy Chow! He was always gentle and never showed a tooth to anyone...even small children that pulled his hair. He was always playful, and energetic, so the last couple of years have been hard watching him deteriorate.
He was a good dog, and I'll miss him very much.
Can't type anymore...pics tonight.