I’d had him since he was 8 weeks old, my kids were still living at home, my mum was still alive and I was happily married (or so I believed at the time) and living in a completely different place. So it’s the end of an era.
Up until this year not a days illness in 13 years and on Friday he walked for 1/2 an hour in the morning and nearly two hours in the evening but I knew he wasn’t right. He had chronic renal failure pancreatitis maybe a liver mass, since Thursday he’s been drinking madly, even sea water, last night he couldn’t sleep he walked round and round my bedroom all night, his appetite was poor he was tucked up and this morning I knew I had to do the right thing for my lovely loyal dog. He died peacefully in the vet who was so kind.
He was a lovely intuitive little dog who bullied his friend remorselessly! His friend is very quiet now.
The sad side of pet ownership.