I'm really sorry for your loss Dadio, it's always difficult saying goodbye to a pet that has been a part of the family for any length of time.
We used to live in Alabama a few years ago and there was a shelter nearby that had a pretty high euthanasia rate. Before we even moved down there, a friend of ours was trying to get a puppy adopted before they put her down due to kennel cough (!!!!!). Apparently their resources are spread so thin that treating that, as run of the mill of a condition as it is, was going to be too costly. We told her that if she could take her in until we moved down, we'd take her. So that's how we got our first family dog, a pure bred Southern Black Mouth Cur, Sadie. for a dog breed that is supposed to be used for hunting wild boar and what not, she's a big chicken crap! Super lovable, playful, has absolutely zero sense of personal space, and is amazing with our kids. She just turned 5 and is going on 4 months if you go by her character
Our other dog, Bella, we took in from the same shelter in August of 2017 as a palliative foster. She was 9 when we took her in. She had actually been adopted out of the same shelter as a puppy and was taken back as part of an abuse case against her owner. She a Golden Lab - Mastiff mix so you can imagine how big she should be. Well, she was 56 pounds when we got here and completely covered in flea dirt, just skin and bones. All her joints clicked and cracked when she moved because she had such little muscle tone to hold them together. We took her for a complete care session at a groomer and then had her on a steady diet of cheeseburgers, bagels (of which she ate two full packages in 15 minutes when I had to duck out to pick up my daughter at daycare

), and whatever else she wanted just to get some weight on her. We were told she might live a few more months and we were concerned about how our daughter, who was 3 at the time, was going to handle her passing. Well, we haven't crossed that bridge yet. Bella is going to be 13 this December and is living her best life. She's a few pounds shy of the century mark,and the most gentle, loving, grateful animal I have ever known. You'd figure she would have a bunch of difficult personality issues after being abused the way she was, but she's just such a sweet old girl and amazing with the kids. Our 2 year old boy, who is an absolute brute, can do whatever he wants with and to her and she just enjoys the attention. I've actually got a picture of her lying on the couch with my daughter lying on top of her when she was about 4. To say we're grateful for her is an understatement.