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Seems like we've had more than our share of 'parting with companion animals' threads lately. Every one hurts. I've been there - and I may be about to be there again.
I could type a lot, but the details aren't really important. Cody's the best friend I've ever had, the best friend I'll ever have, and the last link to my old life. He's an odd dog but a great one, and his individual health issues are not huge but I sense that he's tired in lots of ways. A couple of days ago I had the talk with him, and gave him permission to go. He may be taking me up on that much quicker than I anticipated. He seems resigned, and last night he gave me a look that I couldn't read. It might have been 'I'm scared,' or it might have been 'Who are you?' or it might have been something else. It wasn't happy.
He did eat today, for the first time since Wednesday morning, so the immediate crisis is averted. He doesn't appear to be in any pain, but he's totally not himself either. I'm very fortunate that his vet is someone I trust completely. We've been in contact via email this morning, and he has a 'senior wellness' appointment scheduled for Wednesday.
I gotta save anything that remotely resembles crying until after he's gone. This dog hates it when people so much as sniffle. He gets up and goes to the farthest away part of the house. It's going to be brutal on me when his day comes. It's not like it would be any easier three weeks or three months or three years from now; I'll never be ready to lose him. I have done right by him for nearly 13 years, and I will do right by him in this too. I'm grateful to have had him, and I'm grateful for whatever time we have left.
Here he is on the window platform his grandma made him so he could look out. He adores her, and he's the first dog she's ever loved. He's an ambassador for Good Dogs everywhere.
Hug your furkids, everyone.
Seems like we've had more than our share of 'parting with companion animals' threads lately. Every one hurts. I've been there - and I may be about to be there again.
I could type a lot, but the details aren't really important. Cody's the best friend I've ever had, the best friend I'll ever have, and the last link to my old life. He's an odd dog but a great one, and his individual health issues are not huge but I sense that he's tired in lots of ways. A couple of days ago I had the talk with him, and gave him permission to go. He may be taking me up on that much quicker than I anticipated. He seems resigned, and last night he gave me a look that I couldn't read. It might have been 'I'm scared,' or it might have been 'Who are you?' or it might have been something else. It wasn't happy.
He did eat today, for the first time since Wednesday morning, so the immediate crisis is averted. He doesn't appear to be in any pain, but he's totally not himself either. I'm very fortunate that his vet is someone I trust completely. We've been in contact via email this morning, and he has a 'senior wellness' appointment scheduled for Wednesday.
I gotta save anything that remotely resembles crying until after he's gone. This dog hates it when people so much as sniffle. He gets up and goes to the farthest away part of the house. It's going to be brutal on me when his day comes. It's not like it would be any easier three weeks or three months or three years from now; I'll never be ready to lose him. I have done right by him for nearly 13 years, and I will do right by him in this too. I'm grateful to have had him, and I'm grateful for whatever time we have left.
Here he is on the window platform his grandma made him so he could look out. He adores her, and he's the first dog she's ever loved. He's an ambassador for Good Dogs everywhere.
Hug your furkids, everyone.
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