Jul 23, 2014 3:38 AM GMT
Last night I had to help my buddy Joe in his transition from this world. He was 17. His body was still working and the vet said he wished his blood work looked as good as his but he's been in severe cognitive decline this past year. He's spent the past several months confused and not knowing who he was or where he was half the time. After countless drugs and supplements failing to work, I made the decision to help him pass. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do...make the decision to kill the creature I love the most, but I feel I did the right thing. He's been eating a diet exclusively of steak sautéed in butter and chicken livers....his favorite foods. His last moments were of eating steak and being told he was a good boy. I don't think it could have gone any better for him, so why do I feel so rotten?