Chester took a turn for the worse this morning and we had to rush him to the vet. We knew it was time, but the vet wanted to try to give him some painkillers and see how he was tomorrow. We both felt strongly that enough was enough. The poor guy had artheritis, heart and lung problems, a dead leg, and couldn’t control his potty anymore. We had worked hard to keep him comfortable, but he was just miserable. We were waiting for the sign that it was time, and when he collapsed this morning we knew that was it. I couldn’t see bringing him home and putting him through anymore.