I've moved to a remote community and a week ago my boy suddenly couldn't move his back legs. I put him on the first flight out the next morning, and the hospital in Winnipeg picked him up. He had a thrombosis which had shifted and blocked an artery going into his hindquarters and there was nothing to be done.
I flew out on the next flight to be with him and hold his paw when they put him down, but he died on his own before I got there. I think that's what makes me the most upset about the whole thing. I put him on that plane on his own and went to work, thinking I would see him that afternoon, even if the decision was to put him down.
Now little Hekuba and I are on our own and we miss him so much.