I am so sorry for you, and your beloved Lady. I am familiar with kidney disease, as our first yorkie mix, Elmo, developed it at age 11. He had a rapid weight loss, and became lethargic, and our vet recommended prescription food and IV fluids. We implemented the treatment, but poor Elmo was miserable. He hated the food, and I had to sit on the floor with him and spoon feed him little bits at a time. He looked at me each mealtime with very sad eyes, but ate it merely to please me. He tolerated the IV treatment bravely every two-three days, and took his meds, but he continued to fail. He was unhappy, becoming weaker by the day, and we decided to let him go back to his "old life". He ate his favorite foods and spent the last few days of his life happily cuddling with us and with his older brother. They had two more days to snuggle and spend time together, then he fell over when we took him for a walk. We took him to the vet, and gave him a peaceful end to his suffering. It was heartbreaking to decide to let him go, but we truly felt that it was his time to say goodbye. |