When we had the dog I grew up with put down in February 2013, she definitely had the life left for maybe a couple more days. She could still walk and spent most of her last hours standing by the laundry room gate where she was closed up watching us whenever we would walk into the kitchen. We knew though, that if we let her go any longer, she would just be in amplified pain every day we let her keep going and would eventually end in death. She clearly gave up as if she knew what was coming in the car. Normally freaking out in the car/vet, she just laid still in my mom's arms all the way there and made no resistance whatsoever at the vet.
