I unfortunately had to finally make the decision to end Hobie's suffering. He is 13 years old and he can barely get up and down. He has had more falls recently as well. He is a very proud dog and doesn't accept help easily. He hates it in fact. I talked to my vet Friday and took him in for his senior exam and to get an outsiders opinion. My vet advised me that the kindest thing I could do for Hobie would be to make that decision. He sent me home with some heavier pain meds for him and told me to take him home, think about it and make a list of good and bad days. I did that and an hour later called the office to make an appointment to do what is best for Hobie. I don't want to do this. I hate doing it and my heart says to try alternative medicine. My head tells me it isn't fair to Hobie and that I know what I need to do for him. I hate this feeling and I hate having to make an appointment for it. It is set for Wednesday, it is the quiet day at the clinic and what his vet suggested for him. Hobie hates the vet so the quieter the better. I wish there was a magic cure to make old dogs not be old anymore. I don't want to do this. I want him for more years. My family and close friends keep telling me, I am doing the right thing. I don't see it. This is the worst feeling ever.