Me and Rainier (pronounced Ray-NEER) at the vet's office the day I had to have him put down. He was getting a little senile in his age and out of the blue attacked Diesel. My BFF, my professional trainer, and my vet all told me once he went off like that I could never trust him again, and at 125 lbs I couldn't take a chance. That was back in June and I'm still not "over" it. I don't think I'll ever be over him, we came a long way from when I first got him. He had recurring skin yeast infections that we got cleared up, arthritis that we effectively treated with Ester-C, he needed to gain 15 lbs, and he couldn't walk well because of depth perception issues and vertigo. He was 5, and nobody wanted to take a geriatric (that's kinda old for a Great Dane) fixer-upper. And by the time I got him all fixed up, except the vision issues and vertigo never went away, he had to go and lose his mind. I wanted the old man to die peacefully in his sleep, but at least I was there to hold him as he slipped away, wrapped in his favorite Sponge Bob blanket. He was 6 when he was put down.
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