My grandfather, and yes, a few dogs.
With my grandfather, I got to tell him what I needed to, and it was incredibly sad. He was the best man in my life, a vet, and a great neighbor everyone loved. My big Irish redheaded papaw. I loved him very much.
Basically he was only in hospital about a week, and was breathing too poorly to allow him to die at home, which is preferred in my area. So we all stayed with him and his breath got more and more shallow, and he was gone. He did keep ripping the canula out, so I knew he was ready to go.
With my lovely old dog, well, he passed of cancer at the age of 15 with us by his side, loving on him. It was absolutely heartbreaking, but he was in pain and I couldn’t have that. We let him linger a month longer than we should have probably, but his quality of life was not acceptable. Just laying there on pain pills with a glazed look. He deserved better so we let him go.
(Thanks, I am sitting with tears streaming down my face now.)