I don't know what to do.

[BobTheSubgenius]

95. I'm sorry, but I can only manage thoughts of your Good Boy in small bursts.

It's not through a lack of empathy, but the opposite. It takes me right back to having to put down our lovely little Cairn, Ozzie. (Wizard of Oz reference.) He was my first and last dog, and it still hurts to think about him. He was my wife's dog for 3 years before we met, so I lived with him for 13 years. Walked him virtually every day, (like 355 days a year, at least Almost certainly more) which was good for both of us.

He was crying softly every time he tried to make himself a little nest to sleep in, so, along with other symptoms, it was time to do it. I said we couldn't have another dog. I'm a few weeks away from 74 and just can't do it again. We got a cat, but it's just not the same. At all.

I can't tell you how sorry I am that another human being has to go through this.