Today is a sad day. We had to have our sweet Sprocket dog put to sleep this morning.
He's had seizures off and on for years, and they had begun to affect his behavior. He was getting aggressive, and extremely territorial. We've been trying to work through it with him for a long time. He's been starting to have more seizures, and they were lasting longer...so his behavior was getting more erratic. This morning it was just obvious that it was time. So heart-breaking. That's got to be one of the worst decisions to have to make.
Here's some pictures of our boy.
This is the day we got him:
Cute boy...a few months old:
Silly boy, loved to lie on anything on the floor:
Sprocket never EVER licked us...EVER. But what he did was "hug." He would come up to us, and put his forehead down, and we would put our forehead on his. You could just feel him relax and love you...it was wonderful. I'm so happy I have a picture of a Sprocket hug.
Rest in peace, sweet boy. You were a good dog and we will always love you.