I had my dog Buster for 9 1/2 good years. He was a doberman/lab, 135lbs, understood pretty much everything you said, absolutely loved playing with kids (he'd run accross the street to play with them lol), he was extremely friendly, and cared about everyone in the family immensely.

He even saved me once when a couple dogs approached me, snarling and ready to attack, and Buster came charging out of the yard at them, letting out his exceptionally deep and loud bark, and they ran like hell!

Every night he'd sleep with my little brother. I could tell my brother was the one person where Buster considered himself of higher rank in the pack order. He seldom took orders from my brother, and even snatched his food when he wasn't looking, but also protected that kid with his life. He stuck with my little brother when he (my bro) was 5 and lost in the woods for 4 hours, never left his side for a second. He always wanted to make people feel better when they were upset, and when I was cold at night he'd come and sleep on my feet.

He also thought huge sticks were like trophies, and occasinally he'd rip a small tree (like 6-7 feet high) out of the ground and run up to us with it looking so proud lol.

That was the best dog I could have asked for. Unforutately though his arthritis pain got to be too much and he couldn't even get up from his mat sometimes. So one day he just couldn't get up after many tries, and we all knew without saying a word that it was time to end it. So my mom (his favorite person) gave him a rediculous amount of painkillers and took him for a long walk on a sunny day, and let him run for a couple hours and just had the greatest time.... then took him to the vet and had the injection done.

I even dug the hole and burried him myself, a nice square deep grave. It was weired because he was dead but just looked asleep, I kept expecting him to open his eyes and look at me. Heh, and that was 4 years ago and I'm still getting choked up writing about this. But it's just one of those things we all have to face, makes it easier to cope with death later.
Gandalf_The_Grey Reviewed by Gandalf_The_Grey on . has anyone put their dog down? Well i went today with my grandmother to put her best friend down. I had to drive due to the fact she wouldn't stop crying. I stayed strong until i saw them put the injection in... for some reason i just realized life is no more for spot. i also realized it's an emotional experience to do this.. It hurts knowing that friend you had for 14 years that youv taken care of and fed and gave a good life is now on the other side. BUT now im going to spend the day with gma just wanted to share this Rating: 5