He had a bad night the other night. A very bad night. So bad, I was pretty sure that we'd be making a final trip to the vet on the weekend. Dave convinced me to wait a bit more and see what happened. He seemed to bounce back the next moring, but we both spent most of the weekend recovering on the couch.
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So familiar. Dear Old Doggie hung on until the last. It was a roller coaster in those last long weeks. It was so hard to make that final decision but when I did the vet said it was just a matter of hours. Not that it made me feel any better. Nothing makes you feel any better except knowing it was all you could do. I gave her the best life that I could, that dying part was all on her.
Poor Tux, and poor you. You're right - the most difficult part of pet ownership is making hard decisions for a loved companion who can't say what he wants. Hugs!
I know what you mean. But in any event, please give him a big kiss from me.
So true. Hugs to you both.
Hugs to you. We went through this last year this time. It never gets any less heartbreaking but I wouldn't trade it for all the happy times
I totally understand. Hugs to you and Tux.
Knowing how limited on time they have with us is always heart-wrenching. Tux clearly loves you (very much!); he has a loving home and family, and is evidently very happy - something all of us pet owners strive for. Hugs to you and Tux, I know how hard all of this is.
I would say as long as he is resting comfortably .... it's not time yet. I think all of us in blogland will miss that boy almost as much as you will. He is SO darn adorable!
Poor Tux. I saw an update that he's feeling better, but those pictures pull at my heart.
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