We've already been up twice since we went to bed to go out and potty. He has drank an entire bowl of water since dinner time and I had to refill. He just puked on the rug in front of the bowl and it was all mucusy. So now I'm up crying because I just don't know what's going on and I don't think I want to know the answer. I keep looking at that pic I posted the link to of him with the stolen SS toys from about 3 or 4 years ago and I'm looking at a completely different dog right now, a mere skeleton of what he used to be. I'm sorry for venting I just don't know how to deal with this . . .
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." -Anatole France