I was informed yesterday that Lady, our family's german shepherd, is going to be put to sleep today. She's been having progressively more trouble with her back legs and hips, and a couple of days ago she couldn't even stand up. The family (rightfully so, I think) believes that her quality of life has degraded to the point where putting her down would be doing her a favor.
We all knew that this day would come eventually. We picked Lady up from an animal shelter, who had recovered her from a home where she was tied to a dog house on a five-foot length of chain and fed "whenever the owner thought to". Judging by her emaciated state when she landed on our doorstep, the guy wasn't thinking of it too often.
The vet checked her over, administered shots, etc, and informed us the Lady had a class 5 heart murmur (life-threatening). Give her a happy home, she'll be dead in a year. Three months later, we took her back, and the heart murmur was down to a class 3. The next check up we had her in for, the vet COULD NOT find a heart murmur at all. She's been with us for almost 10 years now.
She's been starved, stressed and abused, and now she's older than time, but throughout her life, Lady has been blessed with the curse of simply not knowing how to die.
She was a playful and loving animal. I'll miss her.