My white German Shepherd, Ozzy, was put to sleep on Wednesday, January 14, 2015. He was in an incredible amount of pain. He all but lost the use of his back legs. I had to carry him into the vet's office, and he cried because his hips hurt that bad.

He saw his eleventh Christmas, his eleventh birthday, but he wasn't happy.

When they sedated him to prepare him for the final injection, he laid his head on my lap. He wasn't in pain, and I cried because it was the first time in months that he didn't feel any pain. I wasn't in the room when they finished it, but I did see him after it happened. He's finally at peace and pain free. My heart is broken into a billion pieces, but it was the best thing we could do for him. I have his collar, and we are awaiting his ashes. He left his paw prints all over my heart, and I will never forget him.

Rest in peace, my Ozzy boy. I will never, ever, forget you. 12/18/03 - 1/14/15

Your post brought tears to my eyes.

I'm so sorry for your loss. He can be happy now. <3

I'm so sorry for your loss :( I went through the same thing two years ago. The only difference is that I was away for college when I found out that Chili (my dog) was put to sleep and I felt worse because I wasn't there for her. I made a tribute pet for her the instant her name was eligible to be snagged.

Ozzy will always have a special place in your heart. He was a beautiful dog.