I have 8 dogs. Men in our family are dog lovers. Women are not.
I will tell something that my dad still feels sorry about.
We had

a Rottweiler named Julie. She was around 4 years old. She got a stomach disease. She couldn't eat. If she eats, she will puke or her poop will stick a lot. She got weak. Thin. The other dogs also got upset due to this.
They all got dull. My dad took her to the vet every week for around 3 or 4 months. Her weekly expenses came upto around 7k to 8k. Special diet, medicines, vet etc. She started to wail in nights. My dad has to get up. Bring it our house's front porch. (The kennels were in a kinda seperate compound.) Sit with her. She will sleep off. My dad will too. He is old, it was tough for him. The vet kept telling him to put her down. My mom too. Money was ok to ignore. But it took too much of a toll on my dad. Julie loved my dad. She always sit like leaning on him even she was well. She was a very very very kind and meek doggie.
In the end, he gave her a good bath. Put her with a leather leash and took her around 20 kms in our car to a estate with my mum. My mom said julie was like nuts in the car. she was happy. He let her out of the car and just drove off. Julie chased them for around a minute or 2 and then dad just went faster. From that moment to around 2 weeks.. my dad was like gloomy and sad. Never talked too much to others. My mom got sick of that too. She told him lets go and get her back. They went back. But they didn't found her. My dad promised himself, if at all such a case comes, they will die at our home only.
Raising dogs IS like raising a kid. Non dog lovers will never ever understand this.