We had to put our 13 yr. old lab down last night. She was having more problems walking and her legs were tremoring a lot, she was going deaf, and we knew she was losing her eye sight, but on Saturday night when DH was walking her she couldn't walk a straight line and when he got her home she crashed into a wall of the house and couldn't find her food. She couldn't move well on Sunday and laid in the same two spots all day and then stopped eating all together Sunday evening and couldn't make it to her dogbed in the garage on Sunday night and slept by the door. She slept in what looked like pee when I found her yesterday AM so DH and I knew it was time.
We thought we had prepped the girls and they spent time with her on Monday before school, but after school last night the questions started again about how the dog was going to die (DH had the appt. for 5:45) and they both balled like crazy for 15 minutes and it was seriously the worst feeling ever. They got to say goodbye again before I made dd1 go to swim (she didn't want to go but later said she was glad she went instead of going to with DH....DH didn't want her to go). This morning things are better, but it is still hard. Ugh I just wish it didn't have to be this way.