It's one thing to make a decision that affects yourself. It's something entirely different to make a decision for someone else. Since I am very attached to this dog, these are not particularly good odds. I know I may take him in tomorrow and he might not make it. Or they might call me during surgery and say they've discovered something more serious than they thought.
M aking a decision for another, even a dog, is a humbling experience.
You realize that you don't, and probably never will, have enough information to guarantee that the choice you've made is the correct one. At best your choice is a hunch, a guess or a prayer. They were always telling me what was best for me. And invariably it made me want to do exactly the opposite. Where did they get off even dreaming that they knew what was best for me.