Roscoe has lost it.

 I'm so sorry for you.  No more demons Roscoe.... you're free.  Run fast and wait tirelessly. 

I'm so sorry for your loss. I'd been following the thread with interest and hoped it might work out differently. I know your heart hurts badly right now, but you truly did the kindest thing for Roscoe and you did it because you loved him that much. He's at peace now and I hope you will be soon too. (((HUGS)))

" I'm so sorry for your loss. I certainly cannot place any blame for releasing a dog from his demons. Sometimes, the hardest thing to do is the right thing. "

 I feel exactly as this poster... Sorry that it had to be .

sheltiemom

" I'm so sorry for your loss. I certainly cannot place any blame for releasing a dog from his demons. Sometimes, the hardest thing to do is the right thing. "

 I feel exactly as this poster... Sorry that it had to be .

Run free Roscoe.

sheltiemom

Sometimes, the hardest thing to do is the right thing. "

I AGREE 100%.

I just read this whole thread from beginning to end.....as I sit here with tears in my eye...please let me say how proud I am of you for making such a hard but correct decision.  Poor you.... but Rosco is free...free to be happy, free to run and free from his pain!

Bless you for giving him that as hard as it was for you to make that decision!

 I read through this to. I am so sorry for your loss and I must say you are a very very strong person. Thank you for doing the right thing!

I'm sorry to hear that, Beejou. Bless you for having the courage to do what must have been one of the hardest decisions to make. You area a responsible and loving owner, still, in my book.

 Run free, Roscoe. There are plenty of fireflies to chase at the Bridge.

I know it's been a long time but wanted to thank everyone again for the kind words. Roscoe's ashes came home, and sit on my nightstand, next to his collar, his picture, and the card from the vet. I wear some of his fur in a locket around my neck, and his tag hangs on the backyard gate. I've left his "Live- Love- Bark" dishes out. I can't bring myself to put them up. Sounds funny I know. I console myself knowing I gave him all the love he could ever need and a life a lot of dogs don't get, even though it was brief. From a scruffy, skinny, parasite-ridden dog in Texas , tail broken in two places, waiting in a cage for his number to come up... to the love and light of my life. Running free on beaches on puget sound, totally adored, with lots of buddies and car trips, and always a warm lap to curl up in (he didn't know he was too big!) and a loving "owner" to snuggle next to at night. I can't believe it's only been about 3 months... .it feels like forever without seeing my "Roscoe P. Coletrane!" and doing our silly "pistoleros" dance. (I'd announce PISTOLEROS! and point my fingers like guns, And he'd dance around on his back feet) He certainly was my little bandit. I miss him every day.