So the other day my boyfriend had to put his childhood dog down. His name was Coco (his moms idea to name him that 😂) and he was a chocolate lab and he was 16. I never got the pleasure to meet him. And unfortunately my boyfriend thinks he may have had a stroke, because he found him not really moving and foaming at the mouth (or possibly a seizure, they wanted to run tests but my bf and his dad knew it was his time) and the day after he had to put him down he got his wisdom teeth taken out. I ordered him a stuffed animal of a chocolate lab so that he can have a Coco to snuggle at night. I can’t even imagine having to put my dog down. It gives me anxiety thinking about it because my dog is 11, however he still acts like a puppy