Thank you, everyone. While your words don't take away the hurt, it means a lot to know that I've done the right thing. It was so hard to make the decision. Griffin was such a good dog. He never complained. It was only by watching him trying to get up and falling that I knew he was in pain. Without going into great detail, the past couple of weeks, something happened that made me believe he had a throat tumor. He has had breathing difficulties for the past year. The vet told me that he could not confirm it without tests that I was not willing to put him through. In the long run, it really didn't matter. He would not have lived through the treatment anyway.
I will say that over his 13 years of life, I never heard him growl at anything. In fact, I think I heard him bark twice. He was a big, lovable ball of fur. He loved everyone and everything.
I was really doing okay when I took him in until the vet's assistant started crying. She apologized and left the room, but it was my undoing. She had always loved Griffin and always told me he was her favorite patient at the practice. In the end, he went to sleep in my arms and he is now in a better place. I will be telling Kendall this evening. I'm dreading it, but we will move on together.
Again, thank you all for your compassion!