We put down Max this afternoon. He had a good 14 years and the quality of his life was not good. My heart is broken and empty. Tessa knows something is wrong and she keeps climbing on my lap and kissing my face (Tessa is a 75 lb Doberman) if you can imagine the sight.
Tessa has been fighting pneumonia for the past week or so. Right after we put Max down she stopped eating and barking and those are her two favorite things to do so I took her to Dr. Katie and she stayed in the doggie hospital for a few days. I swear we thought we were going to have to put her down also. Good news is that she ate today after about 10 days and has been chewing on her squeekie toy all day so she is on the road to recovery. She has been so sick she had not had a chance to miss him yet. She just thinks she is the queen of the world right now.