I've had him since I was 11 years old. Now I'm 21. I don't usually post things like this but I'm kind of teared up right now. We've had dogs before, but this was my dog. I taught him everything. He would always run to me. Lay with me. Everything with me.I'm just looking for a little support.. I could use it. Thanks.EDIT: He is being put down tomorrow April 6th, at 10 AM. He can't walk anymore. His legs are basically rubber. We're doing this cause we think it's best.
Many of my parents friends who've had dogs who died cant deal with the pain after loosing it, so they just don't get another dog ever again.A dog dying is like a permanent emotional tare.
man up son