Mark and I had to make a very hard decision this week concerning our oldest dog, Tusk. Tusk is eleven in this picture and I have considered him a old soul since he was a puppy. Tusk has been going downhill for the past 6 months. He had stopped eating as much and was having a hard time getting around. He just couldn't find a comfortable spot no matter which way he lay.
Mark and I had a long talk and we decided it was time to talk to the vet about his quality of life. We met with Dr. Parker on Friday and after listening to all our concerns, he agreed that we were making the right choice for Tusk. He has been Tusk's vet since his first vet visit.
Mark and I were with him until the end. He died peacefully with his head on my lap. I won't lie, I held him and cried like a baby. It was the hardest thing I had to do but I know deep down in my heart that it was the best thing for him. I know that he is in a better place where he can run and play without constant pain.
Our house is so quite now without all his groaning, growling and click clacking on the hardwood floors. We never could get his nails short enough because he refused to let them get a good angle to cut them. Everytime they tried to make him lay down or do something he didn't like, he pooped on them! Crazy dog!!!
Below is some of our pictures with him....