Last week my dog had a seizure. He didn't appear to be heavily affected by it at first but as the days went by his condition grew worse. Today it got to the point where he was not even able to get up from his pillow anymore. Taking more then two steps would be to much and he would collapse, not being able to move a mussle. I'd have to carry him back to his pillow so he could get some sleep. In his own best interest we called the vet to make an appointment to put him down. That call was the shitiest fucking call I ever had to make.
We just came back from the vet and I'm hoping I did the right thing. The little bugger fought until he could no longer fight, so I hope he's in a better place now.
R.I.P Joepie