Originally Posted by jess-juju

Awwwww Sorry Roadkill. I can't watch the you tube video though I cried just reading your post!

Originally Posted by roadkill439342

It is tough knowing when to "say goodbye" to an old and trusted friend.
You ask yourself; "Did I make him suffer needlessly"? "Did I help him live a full life"? "Was his suffering more than he should have endured"?
I got "B-Toven" in 1992 when he was little more than a handful and carried him home in the inner pocket of my leather jacket.
B-Toven rode with me in a BIG-TRUCK for many years, keeping me safe from thieves, lot-lizards and over-curious D.O.T. Officers. He acted as "Big Brother" to countless rescue dogs I transported over the years.
When it became evident that he was getting too old to ride in the truck and we were afraid he would injure himself jumping out of the truck, he was retired to live at home full time.
He may have resented being left behind, but he was always glad to see me when I got home.

As he aged, he became noticeably frail and cataracts made him blind. A few months ago; he developed arthritis and neurological problems. He began losing his teeth as well.
A couple months ago, he began to rapidly deteriorate and I knew that "the day" was fast approaching.

The day before yesterday, I found him in his crate, where he slept, unable to stand on his own. He had defecated and urinated in his crate and he had slept in it. I took him out and gave him a bath. He had always hated baths before, and he hated this one as well, but he was too feeble to resist too much.

I let him sleep next to me until yesterday afternoon when I took him on his last ride.
He seemed to enjoy it and laid on the seat next to me; with his head in my lap he took a nap.

I held him and comforted him as the Doctor's "medicine" did it's work and wept as it ushered him across the Rainbow Bridge.

I am sure I will meet him there someday.
Goodbye buddy.