There is a mom of a friend who has an 18 year old tea cup poodle named Peanut.
Peanut cannot see, chew, walk, lay down without assistance and has a host of maladies that make a person wince when the Mom lists them.
The dog was ready to give up the ghost when I first met him three years ago, now, Peanut is just being kept alive because Mommie cannot let go. His vet bill alone is higher than my family bill of humans for the doctor. I know, she told me, and I just got over being pretty sick.
And, FTR, the friend (Peanut’s moms daughter) is another one who takes in deranged, physcotic semi-feral cats who hate everyone, everything and every cat that needs buttloads of Vet bills and pocket fulls of mula to keep them from barfing, bleeding, killing everything. But she can’t get rid of them ( to some other house ) because she’s too kind hearted. she’s such a milktoast. Nice, but GAH!!! I won’t let my kids play at her house because the cats all hate kids and my kids love cats.
Please, for the sake of all things humane, we cannot euthanize humans when they are desperately old, a decaying shell of their former selves with nothing left upstairs or in a tremendous amount of incurable, irreversable pain, but you can do this for your pet. It may be hard, but your pet relies on you to have a voice and make sound judgement for their needs and wants. Keeping it alive when it is time for it to go is a selfish, selfish, selfish thing to do. A life toothless, unable to walk, see, poo, sit, or laydown without assistance, with a body riddled with pain is no life at all.
I can only hope that Peanut dies a peaceful death and is reincarnated as the future health care worker who will take care of you in your last long days at Shady Meadows Retirement Gardens.
This is no slam on the health care workers.