The little wiggle in my old Rat Terrier's front foot turned into all out seizures this morning. Happens when he tries to move forward. Not constant, but too much to ignore. A call to my vet confirmed my suspicion: anything that would cause this kind of neurological result is probably something that kindness dictates not be treated in a 15- year old dog.
I picked Angus out when he was 3 days old, still looking more rat than terrier. He's been a good dog, faithful, my little shadow. Every step I take during the day when everybody is gone, Angus takes too. These past few years every room of the house has sprouted a collection of soft blankets and beds. Of course, his favorite place is the "forbidden" sofa. And my bed.
Well, my dear little sweetie's name is being called and it's time for him to move on. The vet said to call when "you think it's gone far enough." So far, Angus is not in pain, not upset, still his frisky self. But I can see the seizures lasting a bit longer each time.
Here is my very odd prayer request of a group that seems to have a good track record: I am asking you to pray with me that Angus just goes to sleep and doesn't wake up, without that terrible last trip. If any dog ever deserved an easy exit, it's this one.
I've talked this over at length with the Boss. Warned that wherever my little guy ends up, they will need to put the garbage up and not leave food on the tables.
There are too many tears to write, or read, more.
Hugs to all of you and to your faithful furry companions.
Sunny