We had to put Gaston to sleep a few days ago. He was 16, 2 years older than most dogs of his type live. He got to the point where he couldn't stand still without his paws giving out on him and would fall down just trying to eat his dinner. At night he had dementia and would just wander in circles.
It's a very sad thing but I feel good that he's not suffering or confused any more. When we took him to the Vet's office of course the adreneline kicked in and he seemed great for about 5 minutes or so until he started slipping again. He also tried to go under a desk that he was clearly too tall for multiple times, but this is something he has done all his life. Skip and I are convinced that our time in Colorado extended his life by at least a year but even there his eyesight and hearing started to fail him. As scared as he was of loud noises (especially fireworks) that was actually a good thing.
The funny thing about Gaston is he never actually gave you affection. Never nuzzled, never licked you, he would just walk up to you and give the goofiest grin, even though he was usually telling you that he wanted food or a walk. Sometimes he would use you has his personal scratching post and did like little massages, but he wasn't the most demonstrative dog. We loved him all the same and his special little smooches with one of our cats will be missed.
We will miss you, Gaston. You were a good dog.
1 comment:
Oh, no, I'm so sorry to hear this. I know how much you two must miss him. I'll be thinking of you.
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