DM: Love Of Dog, Painful Decision

A while back, I posted a blog on our family pet, a dog we named Cocoa. She’s a short, black, mid-haired amazingly smart 6 year old female pup. We got her just after we married-off our favorite ( and only ) daughter, Meg. In fact, Meg bestowed the name Cocoa on her. (Not hard to do, I suppose, since Meg had known the names of our other family dogs: Cinnamon, Spicey, Sugar, Honey and then she chose…Cocoa. I suppose all she had to do was spin the spice rack and NOT choose Paprika!) So, Cocoa was embraced…and trained and loved and chased around the neighborhood (what a brat!!). And then we found out just a while ago that her eyesight was completely degenerating and would, in fact, cease. The pain, we were told, on the back of her eyeballs was going to be so painful, that we must do the humanitarian thing/ Dennis Mansfield . More here .

Question: Have you ever had to put down a pet?