Well LuckyDog is 15 now, and he’s been going downhill. Liver, vision, hearing, and three days of liquid poop every two to three hours (which makes for a long night).
We had our two adult daughters over last night and discussed what we should do. After a lot of talk about going back to the vet even though we know the situation, about quality of doggie life, and so on, we settled that our daughters would pick him up and take him to the beach this morning. You know, a test of his will to live and maybe a final beach walk.
Lucky *loves* the beach. He’d rather be at the beach than almost anywhere else. Today was no exception--as soon as he saw the beach he perked up and the years fell off him.
I guess we’ll hang out with him for a bit more time, maybe get him to the beach every few days until he gives us a clear signal that he’s ready.