The last time we went through that, we summoned Dr. Dogvorkian to the house, because the aged pooch (a large dog at or near his 18th birthday) had learned to hate visits to the vet. Dr. D could not have been gentler or more tactful. The dog lost consciousness with his head cradled in my wife's lap, and five minutes after that an injection stopped his noble heart. Typing this, I tear up at the memory. Remember too, though, that it's a kindness we do them. I hope it's become feasible for me to expect a like courtesy when my time comes.
cordially,
cordially,