Bosco has really declined in the last week. My poor boy is barely eating. He is drinking enough though. He is bright eyed and alert. But, his face is sunken in due to muscle loss.
We met with a hospice vet yesterday. She came to the house and assessed Bosco. She felt that his quality of life is significantly diminished. It is. We used to take him out in the stroller, go swimming, and make him yummy treats. The best we can do now is walk him in a garden cart because he can’t sit up.
But is is it really time. The vet felt he wasn’t suffering but is on the verge. Does that mean it’s time? I can’t quite wrap my mind around this. I had hopped to let him have a natural death. Yet I really don’t want him to suffer and I want to be with him when he passes. Are we giving up on him? It feels that way a little. Is it really an act of love??? I hope so.
my husband and I have the day off tomorrow and Thursday. We are spending tomorrow with him. We will love on him and spoil him as much as we can. Then, on Thursday the hospice vet is coming. She is wonderful. She has agreed to let us keep Bosco’s body with us for a few hours after. When my parents dog and the one I grew up with passed, her body was taken almost immediately. It felt so abrupt. We will have, In a way, our own wake. That feels more comfortable to me.
we need to find a poem to read on the day. Any suggestions? I just can’t think straight or concentrate right now.
We we are thinking cremation. It’s not my first choice but we may move one day so burying him may not be the right choice. They remains can be mailed or given to a vet. Wow, I can’t imagine mailing him. So our holistic vet has graciously agreed to accept his remains. This feels unreal. What I’m writing now, what we’re living. How is this possible. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
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