Had a pretty good hunting dog, a springer, as a kid.
Chased neighbors cows, one into a fence.
He caught a bullet from the neighbor. That's life, cow is as important as dog.
Had a real good lab years later.
Blew his knee at 4. I didn't have kids so I had the money to get him a knee rebuild. Made it to 13. By then I had deafened him shooting over him. He started acting like Biden, wandering around, you could see panic in his eyes not knowing where he was. It was time.
But he was terrified of the vet, not surprising considering the knee.
I decided I wouldn't make him terrified going out.
So we rode out to the swamp, so he could smell it. I told him i loved him, and how much I appreciated him, then put a .22 through his head.
Not quite the same, but I'm not sure you get bonus points having a vet kill one vs you doing it.
RIP
Magunas Tasmanian Devil. "Taz"