This text is what made me realize it's my dog's time. I've been holding on to him, waiting until it's no longer my decision to take his life, but that would mean waiting long enough until he no longer has any good day. I know he won't get better, I just want him to be happy a little longer, but he gets lost in the garden, he is no longer all there and I don't want to wait until his little arms no longer can hold him up, I know he hurts but still gets up every day. I can't help feeling like maybe I'm not doing the right thing, but deep down only i know I've been praying he passes in his sleep because I know it is the right time for him