I've never regretted that decision. I think I had a harder time accepting the loss of a leg than Elmo did. He was home the day after surgery and was able to take small steps in order to go outside. Medication helped with the pain. I love has never changed.
Dogs really do well making the transition.
Just don't call him disabled - since there's not much he can't do. Pierce suffered the lose of his right front leg when he was only nine months old in a freak accident on September 4, 2000. My mother was cutting the grass when the mower blade hit something sharp. The object struck Pierce in the his front leg. The impact was just as if he had been shot by a gun.