One of my dogs died yesterday. Woke up and she was lying in blood that she vomited.. She couldn't do anything anymore, so she had to be put down. (Not neglected, she recently has been put on medicine the vet gave her)
I wasn't around for the dog's whole life but it lived 8 years. :x
Not sure how I feel about it, while I do feel bad, I am kind of glad that she will no longer suffer (she has congestive heart failure, is deaf, and partly blind), she will no longer keep everyone up until 4am, or use the floor as the bathroom.
Reminds me a few years ago when I was still living with my mom. She got this dog (no idea breed etc, I don't know jack about dogs) while I was at college. It was an inbreed. Barked at anyone who would come into the house, even after they were there for awhile, including me.
Eventually became diabetic, total blindness, giant tumors on it's stomach, which we didn't know until she had it put down. We thought the dog was just getting fat.
The 2nd to last time my mom took it to the vet for shots, nothing seemed out the ordinary. Then I noticed one day that it appeared to be blind. Soon after it was really lethargic, huge stomach, etc. Then when it started to piss everywhere and ***blood, I finally stepped in told my mom that it might have to be put down.
It was harder on her than anything, it was really only a dog she loved. We found out a few weeks after that most of that litter had to put down because of the inbreeding. This dog lived to be just under 9 years. Most the litter didn't make it past 9 either.
I had no feelings for the dog while it was alive, but it was still sad to watch. It's better knowing it's not suffering though.