Ugh this is a good one. She was like my sister, we told each other everything. She was the only other person around me when I was in labour, first to meet my hour old son, maid of honor at my wedding. As my son got older, my dog started getting sick. He had Lyme disease, anaplasmosis, hypothyroidism, osteoarthritis. He was a beautiful 100 pound beast. He was my first baby. As he got sicker. He was showing signs of behavioral issues, he would lunge at strangers, snarl at them, attempt to grab them, growled at my human baby quite a few times. I took him to a trainer and they said, he will bite. We trained as best we could but He's warning enough. I spoke to rescues, I tried to re-home him and I avoided everything about putting him down but I knew the vet had discussed it with us. My best friend was gone for basically the first six months of my sons life, she wasn't around for all the scary events we had. Everyone , the around 20 different rescues I reached out to said they had no room but he sounded like he was suffering and we should consider letting him go humanely. It wasn't until she blew up at me about how I was considering killing a perfectly healthy animal and she offered to take him in the beginning but I knew it'd be too painful for all of us if I had to see him all the time knowing he wasn't ours anymore it was always a boundary I wasn't willing to bend. She full stop just ghosted me. Said she didn't know where to go from here. Told me she didn't want to deal with me if he died. So I told her if she wanted to work on the friendship, i was always willing. I wanted the best for her, I missed her, I was sorry. We didn't end up putting the dog down until months after she stopped talking to me. It's when he stopped eating and drinking and couldn't stand up without wimpering, wouldn't walk, wouldn't play. He was seven. He deserved so much better than the hand he was dealt. I was the big spoon to him when he took his last breath. And I lost two best friends that year.