When to say Goodbye
 

I'm sure this has been a common topic, and I have experience here myself, but wanted to get some other general opinions from Yorkie owners. We have had 3 Yorkies, usually 2 at once, but we lost our first two; the first way back in 2008 and the second fur baby 2 years ago. Now the sole survivor is 14 (same age as the others were when they passed away) and he has some serious medical issues.

First off, crazy bad neurological issues where he can't walk. This has been an issue for several years now, but it's gotten so bad (complicated with age and arthritis) that while he used to be able to get around by walking on his wrists, he is hardly mobile at all these days. Next, he has the low albumen levels and that's been a chronic condition for maybe 4 years, where he is on the hydrolyzed diet takes prednisone. Then there are the bad cataracts, which I think are made worse by the meds. so he can hardly see. Lately he has had diarrhea on and off (back to the protein deficiency). Then he keeps us up at night making unhappy grunting noises, even with meds to keep him sleeping through the night, supposedly... All the meds and low quality of life seem to indicate that he should be euthanized, but then there are times when you think he still enjoys life; he still likes to be pet and eat for sure. And you start to wonder if YOU are being cruel in keeping him alive or you would be selfish to see him go too soon. Anyone experience similar end of life issues with your Yorkie?

I have never been in a situation where I had to make this kind of dissension and I pray I never will be. It's so hard to determination when its time you should say your good byes.

Have you spoken to your vet, i would follow my vets advise.

The last gift of love we can give our fur babies is the gift to end their pain.
It's all about quality of life.
I am so sorry you have to go through this :love:

Speak to your vet

I have always been told its best to be a bit early letting them go then waiting to long. That's what I did with Callie which was to try and not drag it out even if it meant a few days or weeks early. Callie told me when she was ready and I'm not sure I could really explain it. She stopped taking her meds, was sleeping in the dog toys but not at night, there where times she was a bit confused and the Cushings was eating her to death where she went from a chubby happy 18 pounds most of her life down to 12 pounds. She was tired of fighting and I just saw it in her eyes.