"When I was a boy, I had a dog. A huntin' dog, a coon huntin' dog to be exact. He could sniff a coon even if it was 200 yards away. His name was Ol' Blue and he was the best huntin' dog I ever seen.
I spent alot of time with Ol' Blue when I was a child. I considered him my best friend. He was with me through my formative years and even when I was in my early teens. It was around this time that Ol' Blue began to change. He was gettin' old.
Ol' Blue couldn't hunt anymore because he had bad hips and it hurt him to run. Heck. it hurt him to walk. His eyesight was so bad he couldn't see a coon if it was right in front of him. He couldn't even smell very good anymore. Things just kept getting worse with Ol' Blue until he couldn't even take care of himself. He wasn't much good for anyone, even himself, so I made the decision to have him put down.
Decisions like this are hard. But, sometimes, they are for the best. When something or someone have outlived their usefulness, they need to be put down. In the end, it is better for all of us."