Pro,
I sadly can relate all two well.
Molly was basically paralyzed from the cancer.
2a.m - we would hear a squeak/ soft cry.
She needed to pee/poop.
Both Karin and I would get out of bed.
I would pick her up, weighing even more from the steroids.
We would trudge outside into a foot of full winter snow.
Bending over, holding her, Karin would lift her bottom so she could take care of herself.
I walked out of the Vet three days later, red eyed, tears.
I haver never and I mean never have cried over a death - it is what it is.
Molly broke through a stone never cracked.
rob