My sympathies. We had to put one of ours to sleep a few months ago. He had cancer in his neck and chest. It still hurts sometimes.

Always a terribly upsetting time, I guess there never can be a right time but we have to know when enough is enough and make the terrible decisions as an animal lover we have all had to make at some stage as owners of much loved dogs, cats or other species of animal. Time will heal the pain and the fond memories will remain and you can feel comfort in knowing you did not allow a much loved friend to suffer needlessly and for that he will be forever grateful. He will undoubtedly be back with you already released from his physical constraints of his illness and back to his old self once more, as the dog you knew and loved so much as a family member. He looks like he was a characterful dog with great spirit. He has clearly left a legacy of great photographs, fond memories and endless energy and love amongst you and the family. Bless him and may the pain you feel at this time slowly ease so you can enjoy the wonderful history of his time with you. Wonderful capture of him here and these memories will be the comfort you guys can take in knowing how much fun he was as a family member. My sincere condolences.

Brings tears to my eyes to read about Harley. Was nice to read about the last play with the ball and the hugs and kisses on the final ride. Blessed be Harley.

Thanks all. Harley's road to today started last summer with the diagnosis of Prostate cancer. Usually fatal within a few months of discovery, Harley baffled the vets as he continued to soldier on. Maybe he could have gone longer, but the fact he SHOWED his misery today told us it was time as he closely followed us both around the house all day--and he only did that when he was hurting enough to admit it. This makes three dogs in three years (two to cancer and one to old age), but it is what you face sometimes. All three (Davey, the English coonhound (17), Jagermeister, teh German Shorthaired Pointer (12), and Harley, the Heniz 57 mutt (11)), lived long and happy lives. While the pain is deep and I think I speak for all of us, numbing at the quantity and quality we have lost, their love and the knowledge we took them in as rescues all and they gave us their love will help. A rescue's love is the most cherisable in my opinion. Their love and loyalty is some of the strongest I have ever seen in all my years around animals (I grew up on a farm). Now, we have Pete, Yoda, and Taz (also all rescues). Pete was confused and concerned when we came back without Harley. He was alarmed when he smelled Harley's collar in my hand, just like he was when we came home without his buddy Jager last January 26, 2013. He will require some extra love and attention, but should be back to his bouncy, goof-ball self in time. Yoda, has been pressed against me all evening, constantly bathing my hands before curling up again in my lap. He and Harley were buddies. Harley would play tug of war with him--funny watching him gently resist as a 13 pound Cairn Terrier danced around him trying to take the sock away from him. Taz, well Taz is pretty out there at 19 years old (old even by little dog standards), but he'll know something has changed. Pain heals, love lasts, the happy times are remembered longer than the pain.

take care

So sorry to hear this, my sympathies.

My deepest condulance....the story brings tears in to my eyes because i know how it feels.....