The worst part is I was like you for a while. Probably from about the time she hit 9 or 10. I was preparing myself mentally for it.
And then in the last year or so (around age 12) she just seems so energetic all the time and I started thinking that I guess she'd just be one of those dogs that lived to be 17 or 18 years old. So I'd been picturing life with her for years to come. I really just shoved aside all those previous mental preparations of her passing.
In an instant though it was just all gone. It was less than 24 hours. Her first seizure was at 3pm, and we said goodbye at 12pm the next day.
Sadly I’d say be thankful she went quickly. My favorite cat, Vincent, was amazing personality. Similar to a dog, he was very vocal, ran to you when you called his name, playful, loved every person that came to our house, greeted them at the door, always hanging out in the room that had people, etc.
Anyways he had a stroke a couple years ago. Found him walking in a circle in the living room at 3am. One eye went blind and he had to walk around weird. He went back to normal after a few weeks for about a year.
Then he had another stroke and was paralyzed. We kept him going for a while hoping he would come back, I mean yeah it was worse but he came back the first time like it never happened. We kept him on a cat bed with his head propped up and pee pads under him. He’d still get pee soaked, poop in his hair, food all over his face, etc. The worst part was he still wanted to play and greet people and stuff and he just couldn’t, it was heartbreaking. We kept him going for a month, vets said he wouldn’t recover and we had to put him down. It was so sad, I wish he would have went immediately on his own like that. One of the worst decisions I’ve ever had to make.
I’d love for my dog to go to 17 or 18, and I’ve seen it with his breed. He’s still active and hyper but I know it could be any day now.