Sorry, this is a sad one.
My old whippet 14+3 is on max meds for joint pain and has cognitive dysfunction. To stop him barking all night, we’ve been carrying him upstairs to sleep with me in the spare bed. He is no longer able to find the back door when he needs a wee, but I recognise the signs and can guide him out. His back legs give way if he stands still. We took The dreadful decision and have booked our lovely vet to come to the house tomorrow.
Today, he seemed to have a new lease of life, wolfing his food down and practically trotting along on our little walk.
I feel sick with the responsibility of choosing his end. Do we stick with our decision and see him off whilst he seems happy, or grasp for a little more time and put ourselves through this process again.
Thank you for reading.