This isn't some weak attempt at a funny subject. This isn't a euphemism for anything.
My dog has diabetes. My puppy (not really a puppy - she's almost 9 - I just call her that). My sweet I-think-I'm-a-lap-dog Rottweiler.
And it's killing me. I don't want to play God and decide who gets to live and who doesn't. I don't want to put her to sleep if there is a shot at her living a great life, even if it means twice-a-day injections and monthly blood tests and who knows how long that would even keep her around. But I don't want to keep her alive just because I can't emotionally handle making the decision, for her to be miserable with twice-a-day injections and monthly blood tests. I want to make the right decision for her; I don't want to take into account how hard it would be on me and how much time it would take. I don't want her to grow to hate me because every time I'm around, it means pain on her part.
I don't know what to do. I just don't. I want someone to step in and make the decision for me. Tell me what the best option is; what's going to be best for my puppy.
It's killing me. Why does life have to suck so bad sometimes?