Originally Posted by SunDeck
The hardest thing I ever did was putting down my old lab. He was in great shape spirit wise, but the body was just a wreck at 13 years old. He couldn't even go out to the bathroom and most of the time he couldn't stand up, his hind legs would just collapse. So, I steeled myself for the inevitable and made the appointment, but wouldn't you know it on the scheduled day he bounded up the steps and hopped right in the pickup just like he had hundreds of times before. So I called the vet to cancel and she said, "Steve, I know the old boy and although it's not my job to tell you when it's time, I want to remind you that he is not getting better." It was what I needed to hear, so I took him in and and sat in the room with him, his head on my lap and nodded to my vet/friend to do the deed. He gave me one last look, the same one he did when he wanted me to pet him, then put his head down and just seemed to go to sleep. I took off his collar and staggered out to my truck...his truck, and cried my way home. It was the loneliest ride ever.
I've done the in home way both times, and carried the body to the car, did on the floor of my bedroom. It's a great relief to not have to travel, as cats pretty much hate that ride already.