Yesterday, my hubby picked us up from school. On the way home, he was telling us how he had “a little talk” with Beau and said to him, “Beau, I don’t want to have to do this to you, but if it is time to let you go, let me know.”
He had already made up his mind about taking him to the vet to put Beau to sleep. Even though Beau hasn’t shown it, we know he’s at that age and might be suffering. We did not want that for him.
The kids and I were heartbroken. I told my hubby, “Are you sure we are not rushing it?” “I had a dream that Beau got up and walked.” “What if we are not giving him enough time?” “My heart tells me it’s not time and yet when I see him struggling to get up and not being able to, just gets to be too much for all of us.”
When we arrived home, I was trying hard to suck in the tears that threatened to run down my cheeks. I did not want to upset the children by seeing me cry.
As we walked in the door, Beau somehow managed to get up and slowly walked around all the way to the kitchen and went to lie down by the door.
We were in shock. He did it!!! He managed to get up and move on his own.
We were all so excited to see him move.
Today, he seems to be doing so much better…although having wood floors doesn’t help. I had to buy a matt to help him when he tries to get up so he has a better grip with his feet. To bad it’s still too damn cold outside and his hind legs are too weak to be going up and down the stairs to let him go for a walk.
Realistically, I don’t know how much longer Beau will be able to hang on. But when I look at his face, he seems content to be around us and he’s eating and drinking lots of water.
There is still some hope for Beau. I just pray when he’s ready to go, he’ll go on his own.
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I told Mike about Beau and how he has gone downhill and he got so sad. I've been checking in, looking for updates and hoping I don't read that he's gone. :-(
Today was a bad morning for Beau. He did not want to get up. He looked sad and did not want to eat and refused to take his medication. I gave him some watered down oatmeal and crushed the pill so that he would eat it.
I don't know what happened. He was doing so well these past couple of days.
Now, I don't know. It doesn't look good for him. I think maybe he's finally ready to go... :(
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