Hey Doc and Matt,
Sidney was half German Shepherd and half Golden Retriever. I am very saddened by this, but very relieved that I was able to end his suffering peacefully and painlessly as opposed to leeting Mother Nature's viscious course do him in. I am also very happy for the time I had with him. Heather pulled out a lot of old pictures of us running around with him. He used to pick up these huge branches of fallen trees and run around taunting us, like "This is my big ass stick and you can't take it from me because you're a slow human, Ha Ha!"
He was a very strong dog, but so nice and sweet, he never bit anyone or another animal. We fed him ground beef, broccoli, and rice all cooked up twice a day for his whole adult life. One day this little poodle started biting on his leg one day and Sidney just looked down at it and with his mouth open, panting, kind of laughing to himself. The little French bastard got wise and took off. It was pretty funny!
But old age and hip dysplasia, a genetic ailment that both German Shepherds and Golden Retrievers are prone to set in a few years ago. I'm glad I listened to my veterinarian. As soon as he was diagnosed I stopped going to the gym in the morning's and walked with him around the nighborhood for two miles, 3 times per week to reduce his weight. He dropped from 110 pounds to 95 pounds in about 4 months. This slowed the stress on his hips and his decline. We also medicated him appropriately to further stabilize him and maintain his quality of life.
I knew the beginning of the end had started and I made it a point to spend time with him when I was home, which wasn't alot for a few years before he got sick, as I was working two and three jobs at a time to pay the bills. But I always fed him and walked him every morning and always sat with him for a few minutes and talked to him and petted him before I went to work, at a minimum. He would freak out when I came home, barking like hell and wagging his tail. It was a great welcoming every day after the daily grind had taken its toll on me.
We knew as of last Wednesday that he had to be put down. He could not really get up, it took him 10 minutes to stand and then he was not stable walking and fell once or twice. His last few days I picked him up and carried him to the dining room so he could eat with us like he always did, carried him outside so he could use the bathroom after dinner, and carried him to his bed in my bedroom once it was time to turn in.
I spent every minute with him when I was home from Wednesday through Friday of last week. I saw him more in the last 3 days than in the last three months for sure. I am so thankful I took that time because I cannot reclaim it now that he is gone. I'm behind in a huge term paper due tomorrow but I'm not worried about it, I'll do what I can and pray for a decent grade. He was so happy I was home with him. I was so happy to be there for him in his final hours. We fed him like a king all week, beef, bacon, cheese, all his favorites. We gave him a huge cow bone to chew on each night. He went out in style.
May you rest in peace Sidney, my dear friend. You are the best boy that ever was and I hope to see you in heaven when my time here is finished.
Thanks for your condolences and well wishes, fellas.
Regards,
-Alex