It's a sad day in the Miller house. We had to have one of my mom's dogs put to sleep today. Scooby came to us in 1999, shortly after I left for college. He was a miniature schnauzer, the runt of his litter, who belonged to our neighbors. They never had the time or patience for him, so when my mom offered to take him off their hands, they obliged.
He was very active in his younger years--hopping, howling, chasing the other dogs, running just for the heck of it. However, when he was six years old, he was diagnosed with diabetes, and it's been downhill from there. He took two shots of insulin daily, spent insane amounts of time at the vet, and within the last year or two his liver had begun to give him problems and he went completely blind.
No matter how bad he felt or what health problems popped up, he was always a sweet dog, loving, more than happy to cuddle and play and explore.
For the last week he had begun to go downhill. As it turned out, he had a blockage in his intestines, either from something he ate or some scar tissue. We knew, due to all of his health issues, that he would not be strong enough to pull through surgery. After medicines and other measures to cure the problem, we decided this morning to have him put to sleep.
We're all sad...my mom, our vet and all of his employees, me, the other dogs in the house. There's a noticeable void here, and there will be for a long time. Fortunately, though, Scooby is no longer in any pain and doesn't have to endure any more medical treatments. We will donate his leftover food and medications to the vet's office to distribute for free to other families with pets who need them.
He was a sweet dog...one of a kind. He was a blessing for 10 years. I don't think we could've asked for any more than that.