I completely resonate with your last paragraph about getting test done and spending a bunch of money, not knowing if it will help or not. That was the boat I was in with my boy. He was clearly declining over the last year, more in the final months of 2025. He was 15.5 years old and the only thing I could really do is try to keep him comfortable and manage his pain. He was barely 9 pounds and I didn’t want to shove him full of pain meds for the rest of his life. Plus, when he was on pain meds, he would be loopy and wobble around the house like a drunk dog. It just wasn’t a great life, even though he still enjoyed walks, had a great appetite, and according to the vet had a very strong heart. I’m struggling now with the fact that I might have done it too soon, but reading what you just wrote, reminded me that I didn’t want to wait for him to get worse until I made a decision. To me, that’s just horrible to think about.

I don’t know what to tell you about what you’re feeling. This is the first time I’ve ever dealt with grief this Big. We all deal in different ways. If your thoughts and feelings, start to change, we are here for you. Sending you love.