Saying goodbye tomorrow
My Boo is over 16 years old and has been with me since he was 6 weeks old. We still spoon every night, and I love him more than anything, and through that love I have to let him go. He has a heart murmur that is no longer responding to meds, but he’s got something else going on - a mass and associated blood work that points to disease. I don’t think it would be right to even put him through the diagnostic - and he might not even survive anesthesia, let alone treatment. He’s retaining almost two pounds of fluid - went from 7.8 pounds to 9.6 pounds in a month and it’s not from eating because he hardly eats, and even the procedure to drain it might be too much for his heart to take anyway. So while he’s still wagging his tail, cuddling, and not in too much pain, it’s time.
He’s tired and he’s weak, so I pull him in a wagon for his walk - this morning we went for two hours and we’ll go again tomorrow, and then at noon I’ll say goodbye. My heart will break, but it’s the only thing left that can do for him.