My parents had her put to sleep yesterday. She had a brain tumor and had been blind and mostly def for the past two years. This past week she lost her bladder control and my mom finally agreed that it was time. I went to visit with Jack, but I couldn't bring myself to go to the vet with them. I stayed at my parents house and finished digging the grave we started while Jack was napping. When they got back my dad was sobbing. It's the only time I've seen him cry.
Jack was my best friend through my teen years. She was more like a sister then a dog. I'm happy for her though, it was past time for her to rest.