This is the suckiest decision so far in my 25 years on earth. Tomorrow marks the last day my precious 13-year-old dalmatian, Major, will be alive. He was diagnosed with cushings disease a while back and has had it about 9 months now. To say the least, my dog is a shell of his former self. He cannot keep anything down and he simply skin and bones. He has horrible balance, falls, and pains to get up. He is a proud dog, the most confident individual (dog or human) I have ever seen. He does not want to go out completely frail and weak, I just know he wouldn't because he has too much pride. He's too headstrong to stop doing the things he was perfectly able to do in years past but you can see his body labor in doing it. He wants to "perform" but it just pains him so much in doing it. That's the thing that is getting me over this, his little personality is still there. He wants to keep living so much but his body is just simply giving out. My mom commented on him, saying that watching Maj is like watching my Paw-Paw (her father) die of cancer 2 years back. Both have so much fight in them but their bodies just cannot give much more. I am in a surreal state right now because I am essentially scheduling his death. This sucks more than OU. I don't want to go the route of cortisone shots because I saw how my Aunt's dog did with him. He lived 3 more weeks but they just weren't 3 good weeks for him. To me, that would selfish on my behalf and not fair to Major. It has to be done for Maj's sake because his quality of life is disappearing at an alarming rate. I think if I wait much longer he won't be able to stand to pee. Any wisdom you can bestow on me or any kind words would help greatly.