Our 14 year old dog, Pepe, passed away Saturday night in the middle of the night. I found him when I got home from work Sunday morning. I was very sad, but also happy that he will not be suffering anymore.
He had been going down hill for the past month so I knew the time was coming. In the last week, though, he had stopped eating as much and was hardly able to walk around. At the beginning of the weekend I knew Monday would probably be the day I would take him to the vet and have him put to sleep because he was suffering too much. God knew he was suffering and decided to take him and I am very thankful for that because even though I knew what needed to be done I still held on too long. I worked at an animal hospital for 6 years and helped put alot of animals to sleep for the same reasons, but this was my first animal that got sick and so it was tough.
Alan and I only had Pepe for a short period of time since my grandfather gave him to us because he couldn't take care of him anymore after heart surgery, but he still meant alot to me. I took care of him as a young dog at the clinic where I worked, then he came to live with me for awhile, then I gave him to my grandfather so they could have a friend in each other. He had a great life with all of his different families and everyone will miss him terribly. Rest In Peace Pepster...My old man!!