Sorry for your lost, my dog bullet turned 15 yrs old and he is having a hard time walking around the block so I let him stay around the house he is a mini-pincher and we had him since he was a puppy and he use to like to ride on my Harley.
Hang in there brother. Losing a loved one is always hard. Loss is part and parcel of love. My sister is struggling with having to let go of her beloved Sammy (14 year old Black lab). My son desperately wants to go see him one last time today, but we don't know if Sammy will be able to hold out that long. I love both cats and dogs, but dogs really are the best. No purer love or loyalty than what you get from a dog.
I am very sorry for your loss. I will light a candle on Tuesday to help guide her over the bridge.
Being a Great Dane rescuer, I have had a number of losses over the last couple of decades. This something I wrote up on a Dane rescue forum back in 2012:
I would like to share the story of my Phoebe. Of course, that would include some of my story too. I will begin with something I wrote on DOL awhile back:
"I have always had a dog.
When I was young (5) my parents got me an Aussie. From that day until I was 41 I always had a Blue Merle Australian Shepards. In fact for a while I had a breeding couple that produced two litters. I was so inept at it (see hint above - only Blue Merles) that I stopped after two.
In 2000 my male Max passed on. He and I had been together for 14 years and the day he died in my arms was the saddest day of my life. I decided to take a respite from dog ownership as just thinking about it hurt too much.
One day, about six months later, I was scanning the ads in a local paper and came across an ad for Great Dane puppies. Now I had always harbored an interest in Danes, but knew little about them. What really caught my eye was the description of the puppies. There were Harls and Mantles and - WHAT???- MERLES???
I had no idea that there were Merle Great Danes. I had too see them.
Now at the time I lived in San Clemente and the puppies were in Temecula, about 1.5 to 2 hours away and as I stated did not feel that I was ready for another dog. I jumped in the truck and sped away, the whole time telling myself - I'm just looking, I'm just curious.
When I got there this woman led me to a horse corral at the back of her property. She opened the door and I was met by a squirming mass of puppies that reminded me of a rugby scrum.
Off on her own though, was this beautiful little Merle female asleep in the straw. I picked her up and that is when I was possessed.
I took her home and named her Gretchen. She grew to be a stately sweet princess and was every thing that I had imagined, read and was told what a Great Dane should be.
When she was around two, she started waking up from sleep crying out. Not all the time, but at least a couple times a week. I did all the research and had her examined by my vet, but nothing could be found.
The crying accelerated to screaming. She also started to drag her feet. At the vet for the umpteenth time, he recommended that I take her to a specialist in Costa Mesa. I went to a place called Southern California Veterinary Specialty Hospital to meet with a Neurologist by the name of Wayne Berry.
Dr. Berry examined her and scheduled an MRI. He believed she had wobblers, and the MRI confirmed it. Two vertebrae had collapsed on her spinal column. And it was too late to do anything. He recommended that I end her suffering.
I was devastated. But, I did not want my Gretch to suffer, so I made the call.
The morning that I was to take her on her last truck ride I was sitting on the coffee table struggling to put on my shoes. Gretch walked up, plopped her butt on the couch (a sight us Dane owners are so used to, but amaze other people), looked at me and gracefully licked my cheek.
I knew from that moment on I would have no other breed of dog."
After Gretchen I got my Cooper (who was related to Gretchen, but that's another story). Cooper was raised with another Aussie - so he was used to being with another dog when I and my ex-wife were away. When my ex and I separated, I moved into a friends home with Cooper. I could tell that Coop was lonely and depressed being separated from his buddy.
After about 6 months, I purchased a home in Norhell, er, Norco. Before I moved in, I had decided I was going to rescue a GD as a companion to both Cooper and I. I did some research and found Rene's IDR. On his adoptable Danes page I found her.
She was the most stately looking princess and I had to get her.
Now Phoebe had been abandoned by her previous owner that went something like this:
PO: I want a dog and aren't those GDs in the cartoons so precious!
- precious puppy turns into a 36" 170 lb monster-
PO's new spouse: Get rid of the dog. I don't like her.
The day after I moved into Norh, hm, Norco, I went to Rene's to see Phoebe. I fell immediately in love with her and adopted her that day (we have adopted twice from Rene and I whole heartily recommend that anybody in our area see him before you consider Robin).
Phoebe came home and became my little girl.
Phoebe's life was not the fairy tale ending though. She blew out both knees early, lost her tail and now, after 6 years with me, has lost a battle with bone cancer.
She has been Cooper's best friend, the surrogate mother to 2 more rescues and my sweetheart.
So sorry, MC. My Border Collie is now 16 1/4 yrs, mostly blind, deaf, really winding down. It's really tough watching this. But for now, she still wags that tail, fights with the other dog, and chases that ball....I feel for you and the missus...Margot is giving you "double doggie thumbs up" from doggie heaven...
I think snail nailed it, it's a continuum not an ending, if I told you the number of dogs that are euthanized in the US every single day by animal control facilities and kill shelters you would not believe me, the numbers are unimaginable.
M/C, 15 years is a good run for any dog, but that doesn't make this terrible day any easier. I'm really sorry about your Scooter Dog. Aqualung, I'm sorry for you as well. It's a helluva thing you have with those Great Danes. I don't think I could do it. Such great dogs and such a short lifespan for so many of them. You're all doing great things giving these dogs a great life when they're coming from such grim circumstances. My little guys are both 14 now. Mostly blind, kind of deaf, slightly incontinent. Pain free at the moment be slowing down a little more every day. We all knew the deal going in. Always do. Still going to do it again until one of them outlasts us. Watched "A Dog's Purpose" the other night with burly. I suggest anyone give it a whirl. Nice movie from a dog's perspective. There's another one out there that needs you as much as you need to see that tail wagging again buddy. Don't wait too long.