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I've lost four senior pets in the last 3 years, all between 14 and 23 years old.
You make them as comfortable as possible for as long as you can, and you shower them with love and treats for as long as they live.
When you have to let them go, you stay with them until their last breath and you thank them for all the years they gave you.
Go home and bawl your eyes out. Grieve for as long as you have to.
But never, ever, ever give them up or give them away. They deserve better.
There's a bit in one of the Expanse novels where one of the main characters is remembering a dog he'd lost as an adolescent. The dog laid down and one of his parents explained what was happening. He vowed to remain at it's side until it's last breath, but after three hours he was just bored.
That bit always stuck with me.
Been there. Christ, it was hard. But the vet team left us alone for the end. The best of the worst situation, so to speak.
Ten years later and I still tear up at the memory of it.
Knowing I have the same experience coming in the near future sucks. But it's better than the alternative, I guess...