He would have been 16 and a half on the first of May.
We had been working with the vet and monitoring him closely for a while and saw a clear decline starting on Monday. This morning he was much more off his legs than usual and just not happy. He has had cuddles and loves off everyone all day, been fed gluten free hobnobs by ds1 and had an afternoon tea of his favourite steamed salmon steak.
He was able to walk into the vets himself, no distress or panic, just a calm, quiet goodbye. I’m relieved we could give him that, rather than it being an emergency situation where he was distressed.
It feels like he’s been with us forever, the ds’s can’t remember life without him, dd has never known life without him and now our home doesn’t have a dog for the first time in 33 years.