I had to put down Gage last month and it was gut wrenching. He lived to be 13, which is great for his breed so we are thankful for the time we had with him. His joints were tore up with arthritis and it got so bad that he literally needed to be carried outside just to go to the bathroom those last couple of weeks. And if he tried to walk, he would just fall on his face. That's when we knew it was game over. I don't think I've ever felt so sad in my life as I did that week or two after we lost him.
Sorry to read that Baron. Just keep all the thoughts of the good times and goofy stuff those 4 legged fur monsters give to us humans. Peace and good memories!