R.I.P Bandit

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On thursday morning, my 14 year old collie cross, had a stroke, the vet gave him a couple of injections to try to thin his blood and relax him a little, I was told to then bring him back on friday to see if he was recovering...

He was shaking, unstable on his feet, could barley stand or walk without falling over and his eyes were constantly moving from left to right.

On friday morning, I got up, hoping to see he had improved, but alas he had not, so I took him back to the vet and after a long talk with the vet, I had to decide to have him put to sleep as I did not want him suffering.
I held him tight in my arms as the vet injected him, and felt his beating heart slow, heard his panting subdue, it was a teribble moment that seamed to last an age, something I would not wish anyone to go through.
But now I know he is no longer suffering, no longer scared...

He was my loyal and loving pet for 14 years and when I was at home, he followed me everywhere around the house and garden, always by my side, he knew when I was mad or sad or happy, he was my best friend and the wife and I will miss him always :(

R.I.P Bandit xxx
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Thats what made the descision so hard, in the back of your mind your thinking, could he get better if I give him more time? on the other hand, if he does not, then its just more time for him to suffer, so right or wrong, I made the call, and will always hate myself for it, even though I'm sure it was the right call I will always have a doubt!
 
Thats what made the descision so hard, in the back of your mind your thinking, could he get better if I give him more time? on the other hand, if he does not, then its just more time for him to suffer, so right or wrong, I made the call, and will always hate myself for it, even though I'm sure it was the right call I will always have a doubt!

You made the right call mate be in no doubt.

RIP Bandit
 
When you take responsibility for the care of an animal, the hardest part is always letting them go. I would say you picked as right a time as any loving owner could have.
 
Thanks for the kind words guys.... I have updated the first post with a picture the wife took of him about 5 years ago, before he started going a little grey hehe, possible the best picture I have of him :)
 
Thats what made the descision so hard, in the back of your mind your thinking, could he get better if I give him more time? on the other hand, if he does not, then its just more time for him to suffer, so right or wrong, I made the call, and will always hate myself for it, even though I'm sure it was the right call I will always have a doubt!

Please don't hate yourself for it. You were taking the advice of the vet. I read an article recently about a woman who didn't get her very ill dog put down because she didn't want to let him go and the poor thing was suffering terribly. You had to make a very difficult decision, but yours meant that your sweet friend doesn't need to suffer anymore and as awful as it is that's the best you could do for him.

As time goes on, try to remind yourself of what a comforting death he would have had. We all hope we won't die alone and Bandit was loved enough to have that privilege :)

Rest in peace Bandit!

EDIT: Awwww, just seen the photo of him, he was absolutely gorgeous!
 
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