Last night he had some issues where his rear legs seemed to just stop working and he could no longer get up. Hours later he was going up and down the stairs. Today, though, he wasn't right. He wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink, and was constantly trying to hide (looking for a den). On top of that, he was only comfortable sitting up and he had stopped coughing but he wasn't breathing well. He was clearly distressed, and Lauren and I knew it was time.
He was hiding under my desk which was his favorite spot these past few days as it it seemed to be the only place he felt safe. We got the family together and we all sat with him on the floor. The mobile vet came and handled everything brilliantly. After the first shot that calmed him his breathing slowed and he relaxed and before we went any further I knew he was better off.
He left us surrounded by everyone, Annie included.
We toasted the old boy appropriately:
