SisMorphine wrote:So we were awake all night. He had diarrhea. I mean he's had soft poop for the past few months anyway, but this was like urgent have to go diarrhea. I was so so so worried.
And then this morning he got up and pranced to the door when I asked him if he wanted to go for a ride.
Thanks everyone for putting up with my freak outs and whining. I don't handle death well, and especially not when it's long and drawn out and involving my best friend.
Alyssa, Wally, Teeny, even little sex.... i'm sorry this is so hard on ALL of you.... and your parents to Alyssa...
Death is never easy.... because its permanent.... and its often long and drawn out, and i swear that's the worst part....
I'm crying as i'm typing this... you'll know when its time....
before that, just ignore the bad times, as much as you can, and rejoice and cherish the good times.... like the prancing to the door for a ride....
I know with people.... they often hang in there until given permission from their owners to pass over.... not sure you're ready to do that yet....