Chester the Dog has been with me over, gawd, I dunno 15-18 years. He was a pup when he got buckshotted in the chest. He then walked into the road and then got hit by a car. A veterinary picked him up and helped him live. He lived in a large closet at the vet and nobody wanted to adopt him. We did and he is now my family. Umpteen years later he now has hip displasia, can't get off the wood floors. No traction for his feet. Now I see his front "arms" also pop outta socket when he tries to stand on the wood floor, let alone his sliding ass. He is getting Olllddd. No graybeard, he's all white face on a black dog. Glows in the moonshine. But I can "see" him smiling, happy. My friend, we are connected on a level I do not understand. He is losing control over his bladder and excrement's, when stands then slip/slides on the floor at night. Not a pretty sight. I rescue him off the floor a few times a week now, and gotta bleach the floor. Who am I to say what/who lives or dies? I do not want this choice. But the quality of his life, and my life is going down. I'm so sad for being selfish... A choice is coming for me and I ain't gonna like it. I love him.