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Quote: Originally posted by TraceyD on 27/6/2012

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Tears here again, so very sorry for your loss Jules and family, run free Max x

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Sorry to hear this.  7 is no age.

We've all gone through it, and I think there's no pain like it (losing a beloved pet) as they give so much uncondtionally.

It will get easier, I promise.  You won't ever forget but the pain does ease.

Quote: Originally posted by duffs54 on 27/6/2012

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Quote: Originally posted by TraceyD on 27/6/2012

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Tears here again, so very sorry for your loss Jules and family, run free Max x

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Very sad to hear, it's a decision we will have to make sometime in the near future, 16 year old, deaf, dementia wobbly legs etc.

Run free little Max xxxx

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It's the hardest decision you ever have to make, but you'll know when the time is right.

Our Sam, a beautiful cross collie, started to lose the use of his legs when he was about 13 but he was still so mentally alert and well in every other way that we helped him all we could, we even had some wheels professionally made for him (see my gallery pics) and this gave him a couple more years where he could still go for walks and play in the garden. He was still eating well and was quite happy just being in our company, however he did take a turn for the worse eventually and was just really unsettled and upset, we knew then that the time had come. When  he was put to sleep the vet said that he still had a really strong heart. Two years prior to this our other cross collie Pepper developed a heart problem she just collapsed on a couple of occasions and just came round really slowly, she was on some drugs for a while, but they made her really sleepy and miserable. The last time she collapsed she just didn't come round, she looked as if she had just laid down and gone to sleep bless her. So however they go it tears your heart out, I have my beautiful Bailey now, but Pepper and Sam are still very much in my heart, their ashes sit in the living room where they liked to be and on the upstairs bedroom windowsill sits George's ashes, my first cat. As sad as it is to lose them, I am so glad they were all a part of our lives.