L skives off work early to go see her folks in the middle of the day. While the
boss is away... and all that.
Back home later L reports several puddles and then the
distressing news that Doggo seems to have lost the use of back legs, won’t eat
and barely seems to know where he is. I head home straight after the match to
find him in quite a bad way. Every time I try to stand him up he wobbles over
sideways. I carry him up the stairs to bed but he won’t settle on his bed and I
lift him onto ours. For the first time in many years he seems happy to sleep
between us.
I lie with my arm around him, unable to sleep, while getting
my head around this being the end and first thing in the morning we’ll be at
the vet with him getting confirmation of that.
About 4am, he sits up and seems to want to get off the bed.
I help him off and he wobbles, without falling over, to his bed where he curls
up and goes back to sleep.
(Tuesday 21st November)
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