For the past few weeks, my little dog Tobbie had gradually been getting skinnier and gaining a few other health problems. We had him checked at the vet a few times, but they couldn't find anything wrong. I finally took him to an emergency vet one evening where they diagnosed him with prostate cancer. They felt a pretty large mass in his prostate, which was causing so many of the other problems he was facing.
We treated Tobbie with antibiotics (for an infection he had developed along with the mass) and pain meds for about two weeks before we decided it was time. This was honestly one of the toughest decisions I have ever made and I have been pretty emotional about it. Tobbie has been a part of my life for 10 years--back to my undergrad days! We have been through a lot together--lots of long roadtrips, moves, breakups, etc. and he has been such a loyal, faithful companion.
I know that Tobbie is pain-free now and that he was surrounded with love when it was his time. I consider it one of the biggest blessings in my life that I taught Henry to say "Tobbie Baby" for his name. That is something I will always remember and be so thankful for! Anyone that has been through this with a pet knows how hard it is, but it is ultimately the best thing for our little furry companions.