I came home from work Tuesday night to find that my Joe had died. I cannot tell you how heart broken I was/am. Joe was my Father's dog that I inherited when my Father died in 2014. But they had been living with me since 2012. Joe had been grieving it seems over Sable's death just over 5 weeks ago. Plus I had taken him to the park just before New Years when he apparently hurt his back in some way. He had been reclusive and wouldn't eat much for the last 5 weeks. So hard to get pain meds down him since he was so smart. But last Saturday he was doing better--eating and being close to me. I took him to the vet early for another infrared treatment on his back but I apparently hurt him in some way getting him out of my truck when we returned home so he had not stood up since Saturday. I kept putting a heating pad on him and pain meds in peanut butter on my finger rubbed in his mouth is about all I could get him to eat.
It was so hard to leave my boy. Yeah, I cried my eyes out. You know that ugly kind of crying.