Sad days

I have the day off work tomorrow as I suspect I will be a blubbering wreck,my smelly disobedient companion of the last thirteen and a half years is booked into the vets Wednesday morning for his last ever appointment.
I had thought I was ready for this but I am not.The old chap isn't yet in serious pain but he is so old and frail that he barely does anything any more,he spends all his time asleep or farting. He does however have lumps and bumps growing all over him and no strength for walking,he even goes for a poo right outside the back door as he doesn't want to walk any further than that,I feel that to keep him going any longer would be cruel and selfish and for my sake not his.
He has made a real contribution to the whole family's existence during his time with us.
I remember with a tearful smile things like these.........
when he was just a puppy he let the girls know he liked tomato juice so they shared a box with him,how bright red tomato juice turns a small dog into a piping bag leaking bright green icing everywhere I will never know.
Or the times oldest daughter used him as an excuse to pop out for a sneaky fag or a quick necking session with her boyfriend.
The occasion he dragged middle daughter through a hedge on her front one Christmas morning in her brand new white puffer jacket,mind she had her revenge,poor old dog was often seen being dragged round the village in a string vest and sunglasses.
Youngest daughter snivelled all over him every time a boyfriend became an ex.......
I have pictures of him with a cockatiel waddling along his back as he lay by the fire. He became a surrogate parent to the infamous Lucifer and washed and cared for him for as long as the cat would accept it,in return the cat would when older catch mice for dog to munch........
In his old age he has become frail and delicate,but still loyal and gentle and a source of endless amusement with his old man farts.
I am going to miss my Pupney for a very long time to come.