We got Boomer as a shelter dog; given his approximate age at that time, I always considered January 1st to be his birthday. So a few days ago he turned 13.
While his age was showing, he seemed in great health, especially for a dog of his age. Today, though, he started having seizures. By late afternoon he didn't know who I was, he didn't understand his
surroundings, he didn't understand basic commands or the rules of the
house (e.g., don't go in there); later this evening, I don't think he could even see. The seizure tonight didn't stop, so a friend and I rushed him to a vet hospital. Even though they understood what was going on, they gave me a few options.
As he lie on the table I made the decision, staying with him until he was at last calm, and in the land of infinite squirrels and treats and walkies.
He's at rest, and not hurting. I'm the one hurting now. Except for the first month or two, I haven't lived in this house without him. It's emptier tonight.