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Our dog is still going. Having spent hours worrying and deliberating, he perked up again and was back to his normal self, enjoying his food and walks. Last weekend we all had a good time away. It may sound as if I have been cowardly, but as many of you said in your words of support, I will know when the time is right, this wasn't it. Still doesn't stop me from blowing a gasket when he leaves another package on the floor! No good shouting at him as he is totally unaware of what he's done. He is now pacing up and down in front of me waiting for his dinner.
Thank you to everyone for your support, I will post the final instalment when it happens.
ps stuck at home, wanted to go to Bristol balloon fiesta, but it is our grand daughter's 3rd birthday, so have to do the doting grandma & grandad bit. Not difficult at all
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Hi polydoodle,
Just caught up with your previous post(been away for weekend).
We are in the same situation as you at the moment .Our dog is 15.5.and for the last few week has become incontinent.Wayne has built him a ramp so he can get in and out of the back door.As you say some days he,s full of life,eats his food and enjoys his short but slow walk.Then the next he wont get out of his bed,(where he just sighs and moans)The hardest part is knowing the time is right to let go. We shall be thinking of you,as we encounter the same trials as yourself in the coming weeks/months.
Alison and Wayne.
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Hi folks
In the same boat as yourgoodselfs!
Staff 12 y/o Just managing steps to and from the garden, nasty feeling
it's his last summer.
But we're doing all we can to make sure he enjoys-it. A ramp's on
it's way!
Hoping he'll slip away in his sleep chasing rabbits so i don't have to
make the decsicion i don't want to make.
For those kind people who sympathasized with me over my previous two post, I felt you might like to know the final chapter. This morning I made the decision to say goodbye to my loyal friend and companion of the last sixteen years. I felt the time was right. Yesterday I got as far as picking up the phone, but bottled out. Today I dialled the vet once and then put the receiver down, but then gathering courage I called again and he was able to come within the hour. It was a very hard decision and it was some comfort when the vet agreed it was the right one, although it didn't make it any better. I had hoped it would be natural causes, but the vet said this seldom happens. Our other little dog is not quite sure what to make of it all. She has never been without a 'friend'
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Sad at your title. In fact it's the last gift you can give your wee pal. Having nursed ailing grandparents and parents I sometimes think how much it would have meant to say goodbye at a time when they still had some dignity.
Non PC, but there it goes. Wish your friend well prancing about the Elysian Fields.
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Having spent hours worrying and deliberating, he perked up again and was back to his normal self, enjoying his food and walks. Last weekend we all had a good time away. It may sound as if I have been cowardly, but as many of you said in your words of support, I will know when the time is right, this wasn't it. Still doesn't stop me from blowing a gasket when he leaves another package on the floor! No good shouting at him as he is totally unaware of what he's done. He is now pacing up and down in front of me waiting for his dinner. 
For those kind people who sympathasized with me over my previous two post, I felt you might like to know the final chapter. This morning I made the decision to say goodbye to my loyal friend and companion of the last sixteen years. I felt the time was right. Yesterday I got as far as picking up the phone, but bottled out. Today I dialled the vet once and then put the receiver down, but then gathering courage I called again and he was able to come within the hour. It was a very hard decision and it was some comfort when the vet agreed it was the right one, although it didn't make it any better. I had hoped it would be natural causes, but the vet said this seldom happens. Our other little dog is not quite sure what to make of it all. She has never been without a 'friend'
