I had to put my best friend down today. I bought him when he was 6 weeks old from a little pet store in Japan, and flew him back to Texas with me. Super expensive to fly a dog that far, but he was my dog, that's what you do. He was a loyal friend for 9 years.
We found out a couple of years ago that he had some problems. He was starting to yipe when you'd pick him up, so we took him to the vet. Since he was a dachshund, we figured that he had the famous back problems that all dachshunds seem to get. The dr did an x-ray, and found a golf ball sized tumor on the underside of his spine. We didn't have it biopsied, as it was in an inoperable place, fused to his spine. It did fracture two vertebra, but as long as he was comfortable, then we didn't have to put him down.
Starting yesterday, he started to whine a lot, and he was limping and crying a lot. We decided to wait and see what today would bring, and it was the same. So we made the appointment. It was quick and painless, and he passed on while being held in my arms.
I'm heartbroken, and I don't think it's fully hit me yet. We buried him in the backyard, in his favorite spot. He would always lay in one spot, right where the sun would hit him. I loved that dog. He was with me since the beginning. From overseas, through a bad marriage and finally to where I found my Prince Charming and my happily ever after.
Rest in peace, Jasper Binx. Mommy loves you. Thank you for being the best damn dog there ever was. Whatever dog comes after you has huge paws to fill.