We lost our 12 year old lab/chow mix Samson on 12-18-2012. He died at home after a short time after he was diagnosed. We loved him hard his last few weeks.
The night he died, I stayed up all night by his side. At one point, I needed to stretch my legs, and I text my sister as to how he was doing. I told her I didn't expect him to make it through the night, and that I was going to stretch my legs. I told my sister "sometimes a guy just needs to be left alone so he can let go".
Little did I know, that when I came back to the room 10 minutes later, he was gone. He died at home, on his own time, letting his life go when he was ready to let it go.
His passing a week before Christmas was hard on myself and our kids. I still find myself crying. Sam was loved dearly, he will always be my 'Mellow Yellow Furry Fellow', and I will meet him at the bridge.
After reading 'A Dying Dog's Last Will and Testament', we just adopted a pup from the Humane Society, and know Sam is wagging his tail with approval.