Well… This sucks. We have to put our dog down in a little bit, they’re coming over here in an hour or so to do it. This all happened very, very quickly, like in less than three weeks. He used to really trot around and strut his stuff when I’d take him for his walks and then overnight, literally overnight, he started walking reeeallllyyyyy slowly. Before, we’d walk all over the neighborhood in like 25 minutes; I’d get home all sweaty and shit haha, just because I had to keep up with him. And then like two weeks ago, he started walking soooooo slowly. It’d take us 25 minutes just to walk two blocks and back.
He started eating less and less. The last time I took him to the vet, a few weeks ago, he’d already dropped six pounds, but he’s way skinnier now. He almost looks like how he looked when we got him eight months ago, all ribs.
And then he quit eating altogether five days ago. He won’t even eat a treat or his “toothbrush” things that he used to always really love. That was kind of the main thing, the thing that made us be like,“Okay, I guess we have to do this pretty soon.” I mean, what else can we do? We’re not gonna sit there and watch him starve himself to death.
He’s also doing things that dogs on their last legs always do, like laying in really weird places that they’ve never laid before. Yesterday, we couldn’t find him, looked all over the house and the backyard and the garage for him and then we finally found him laying in the most bizarre place, on the side of the house underneath these tall-ass shrub-type plants, a place he’d never laid before. Last night, he just laid right across the bathroom floor when my girl took a shower and continued to lay there when I did, too, which isn’t something he’s ever done before. He didn’t move at all, even as we stepped over him to brush our teeth and dry off and shit.
I think I’m just trying to convince myself that we’re doing the right thing. I fucking HATE the day our dogs are actually gonna be put down, the hours leading up to it. I sit there wondering if maybe we shouldn’t do this just yet and,“Look! He lifted his head up! Maybe that means he’s getting better!” even though he’s definitely not getting better and has been laying in the same exact spot for like eight hours.
Anyway, yeah, this fucking sucks. He is SO sweet and so smart and just such a great dog. I really wish we would’ve had him a lot longer than we have. Eight months wasn’t long enough at all.