The day came. I couldn't.
This is continuation for this.
He reached age of 12, which isn't too bad for a dog of his size. In the end it was cancer. He just crashed one day, and quick prognosis from doctor was that he might have maybe few more days, at best.
I wasn't there for his final moments as I was talking care of our (human) kids, but nevertheless, it hurt Bad, Seriuously Bad.
We have other dog, 5 years old, and he was and still is confused of the situation. At least we have him, and will get another (later), but I won't be looking forward of next time this happens either.
This is part part of the bargain we get. They love us all their life, and we must love them back - and accept that they will leave us so soon.
