Not alone with strangers and being poked with needles. Not knowing how long he had, I didn't want him to die away from us, the ones who loved him unconditionally. So my vet agreed with me, and said that if it were his dog, he would have made the same choice. We had Skeeter on his blanket as my husband and I both held on to him and told him how very much we loved him, and that it wasn't fair of us to keep him in pain anymore. He looked at me one last time as if to say, Thank you for loving me.
Bone cancer is a very painful death.
We kept him as comfortable as possible, until I could see that the medication was no longer working. I couldn't bear to watch him suffer anymore. He depended upon us to keep him safe. I couldn't let him down. We miss him terribly, but I know in my heart that he is happy and running free now.