This is when my dad got our dog, Bazil. Dad and my mom were living in a small apartment when they were not in the United States.
When my family moved to Georgia, they took Bazil with them. A few years after they moved I was born. Bazil was already old by then he was already 5 years old.
By the time I was 9 years old Bazil was having trouble walking and was limping. He also got a lot more aggressive as he started growling at us and my family, he most likely got more aggressive because he was getting older and was being less and less playful.
By the time I was 10, Bazil became more and more unstable. His back legs were not working at all. At this age was basically the end of the road for dogs.
We let Bazil stay a little bit longer before we let him go
It was time. As soon as we came back, we were all heartbroken. But al good things must come to an end.