Since this is Kirby's one and only thread on yorkietalk. I thought I'd post this here.
I'm afraid my big guy is getting ready to say goodbye
He's been falling down alot lately. Today when he fell I sat with him (asked dh to take the dorkies for a walk). When he finally looked ready to stand, I helped him up. He was covered in urine. He never even whimpered or complained. He's been having more seizures lately, but this didn't look like a seizure, just another fall.
I gave him a bath afterwards. He just stood their with his head on the edge of the tub giving me kisses (he's NOT a kisser) and even let me cut his nails (usually I'm too chicken, I don't know what possessed me to try today, they just needed it, and I couldn't stand the thought of makin' him ride to the groomers which he hates). He just keeps looking at me with those foggy eyes....
I know I'm rambling. I'm just trying to remember what he was like as a pup...that seems like an entire lifetime ago. In a way, it was