Thanks guys. Those of you who have been through it know the unpleasant task it is to sit and try to comfort an ailing friend, to no avail, hoping that some miracle will allow them to stand and walk out of the vet office. Eventually you come to realize that you are faced with the decision of trying to extend their life, often at the expense of further suffering, or to make the difficult decision to end their suffering.
When doing so, you ponder if your effort is driven by your own discomfort of the pending loss and your desire to defer that eventuality. Any who have spent a night with a dog suffering on their lap knows that the correct outcome is with the dog's interest at heart, however hard that decision is to make.
When it happened last time with our female chocolate lab, Copper, Merle was four years old and in his prime. His presence and enthusiasm eased the emptiness of a not seeing Copper's soft face and having her constant brush against my leg for the thirteen years she had been our family's companion. He served as great company and filled the void created when Copper left, in addition to having more hunting spirit than any dog I have ever owned.
Now with Merle gone, what was once a three-dog house is down to just one; the little white fluff ball, a Cockapoo named Lilly, four months Merle's junior. Since we have only briefly been without a dog since 1988, we have some decisions to make.
Thanks for all the kind comments. I have not slept for 36 hours, but the comfort of your many warm thoughts will make rest easier to find when I crawl into the covers tonight.