I had to make the gut-wrenching decision to put Leo to sleep yesterday. Which happened to correlate with it being 6 years to the day Heffner died. Leo was 12. He could not get around very well. Was loosing control of his bladder and bowels last two days. His heart was beating erratically and his breathing was labored. He'd cry and agonal breathing. I didn't want him to continue in that way. Even though I'm confident he wouldn't make the night, I couldn't watch his suffering. Nor could I let kids watch it.
I held him every single moment. He kept his eyes closed and only whine once. Leo was brave and loving to the end, like he was in life.
That dog was my running buddy. He was the place the kids would cry. He would protect us when he was worried. He was bionacle. He was amazing. He broke the odds many times. I got more years from him then vet ever imagined with his kidney condition.
My home feels empty. My heart aches. But I know I made the right decision. I know that in the end, I loved him enough.
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