My husband and I had to make the painful decision to have our much-loved 15-year-old German Shepherd, Walt, put to sleep. Walt was the first living being we raised together as a couple. He was our dog. After our son arrived on the scene, we both lost Walt to Thorin. It was Thorin he followed from room to room. It was Thorin he slept with, woke with and who he worshiped.
As Walt began to fail, the vet told us: "He's a freak of nature. I've never had such an old Shepherd as a patient." I told her: "I think he can't leave his boy."