Ace Pryhill must be psychic. Because, when she linked to this post I don’t see how she could have known that what she’s worried about facing with Uno is what I’m worrying about right now with Puff. He’s 15 (very old for a large dog) has cancer, is disabled from advanced arthritis, and has outlived all his ancestors by three years.
Ace provides this audio link: Robin Young’s moving tribute to “Moe” — a 19 year old Chihuahua:

They should come with a warning label.
How will I know when the time is right?

The way I see it, Puff will know when it’s . . . time.
But the time hasn’t yet come for Puff. Many owners of a dog in Puff’s situation would have put him down by now, for his back legs have given out from the arthritis and advanced hip disease. (The cancer which he has may also be involved.) He’s forced to drag his nearly useless back legs behind him, but his front legs and chest muscles are still quite strong. It hurts me more to watch him drag himself around than it seems to hurt him. Here he is, struggling through the snow:

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(Ironically, the snow, which he has never liked, gives his back legs some support so that he doesn’t fall over as easily as when navigating hard ground.)
On Tuesday the vet told me that he’s not facing anything immediately life threatening, but they can’t do much for the legs except give pain meds. But Puff’s enthusiasm is amazing, and I want to help. So I have decided to order a dog wheelchair, and let him try it out. There are a number of places selling them, but Laurie at Dogs To Go has been most helpful, and they’re designing and building it for what I consider a very modest price. Not only that, they’re shipping it with an invoice which I don’t have to pay unless I like it!
It hasn’t arrived yet, but when it does, I am sure Puff will consent to my doing wheelchair dog blogging.
Meanwhile, we are working on a new addition to the family in the form of a puppy to keep Puff company in what will most likely be his last few months. This will ease his pain — and mine. I don’t want to find myself in the position of Ace’s co-worker

who put her beagle BJ down over 2 years ago and she still can’t bring herself to adopt a new friend.

I’d rather have a sort of unbroken chain. Better for the heart, I think.