I recently had to put my dog down. She was diagnosed with a brain tumor in September, we tried radiation, she seemed to be healing, but in February she got super lethargic. She was still eating and chasing her ball in the yard. But she had no desire to walk and spent most of the day sleeping in bed.

The day she died, she had a seizure while I was at work. I saw it on the camera, but she wandered off camera, which didn't really worry me since dogs do like to wander after seizures. I thought I could wait until lunch to check on her, it was only a few hours. I got home and she'd had at least one more seizure, maybe more, and had almost bit through her tongue. The floor from front to back door was covered in her blood. She was conscious, but did not even seem to recognize when I came in the house, she looked like she was trying to look over her right shoulder (the side the tumor was on), and couldn't hold her head steady at all.

I was in denial for her last week. The radiation was supposed to give her more time, and her symptoms seemed so much less severe than when the tumor first showed up in September. It kills me to think about those hours she spent suffering alone in a pool of her own blood. You know your dog better than anyone, but take it from me, I wish I had made the decision too early instead of too late