You will say goodbye to him the same way have embraced his life with love. Your care and love for him comes through in all your posts. However long he lives he has had a great life with you. Most of us have been for different reasons been at the same point as you are now and understand. You and your vet will know when its time. Enjoy him now. Love and kind wishes
I am so sorry. Sometimes knowing when to say goodbye is the kindest thing we can do for our beloved dogs.
Oh @AngelConradie I'm so sorry to hear. You've fought a hard battle for Riddick and have always had his best interests in mind so I don't doubt that you will manage to make to the right decision for him once again. Thinking of you xx
I'm so sorry. You will make the right decision for Riddick. You love him enough to let him go if that's what is best for him. Thinking of you xx
Trying to pretend I'm not waiting for the phone to ring... I probably won't get any of the test results before Monday. He's been so much better today - touch wood! I keep waiting for him to look and act poorly. Apart from being so skinny, he's so happy and playful and lovable! It just doesn't compute! I found myself thinking that I want to have a party for him this weekend and spoil him with all kinds of yummy food and treats, but they will just make him sick and nauseous.
I was just going over our day and I realised he hasn't drunk much water... Usually he's first at the bowl every time we go outside. This worries me a lot.
Okay. So. I know we are waiting for test results which we will prolly only get on Monday or Tuesday, but whatever the results, I know this will be my last weekend with my precious pickle, I just haven't been able to actually say it out loud yet. Even if its something we can try to fix with meds or supplements, it will take time. And even though my Riddick is so much himself again most of the time - chuffing at me and playing and following me around - he isn't acting sick or miserable, he's not right. We were up from 11h30 to 2am again with him pacing and vomiting and eating grass, when his stomach was finally empty (which is why he's so nauseous - his food isn't moving through his digestive system) he could sleep. If he would let me I would just sit and hold him all the time. He's my baby. How do I say goodbye? He's not even six years old.
Oh Angel, my heart goes out to you. What an impossible situation you are in. Poor Riddick. Thankfully he has you to shower him with so much love and affection - what a beautiful photo you posted above.
