We got up on Friday morning and our boy Kodah was having a hard time. He had his head up, but was unresponsive to his favorite things and the life was just gone from his eyes. He wouldn't wag his tail and for the first time in his life refused treats. It seemed obvious it was "time". He had just turned 12 and had serious liver issues the past 4 years. In all reality, he probably shouldn't have made it as long as he did, but he never showed pain or discomfort....ever.
We knew his health was declining pretty quickly the last couple weeks, but I never expected it to turn so dramatically overnight. I was home from work all week incredibly sick and barely left the bedroom. I feel just terrible for having so little interaction with him in his last couple days and it'll probably haunt me forever.
The day after was tough. It was the first time in years that I've turned the bedroom doorknob in the morning and not heard thump...thump...thump from his wagging tail hitting the floor. My wife saved the last bite of dinner only to realize he wasn't there to give it to. It just broke us.
Kodah was a hell of good dog.
We knew his health was declining pretty quickly the last couple weeks, but I never expected it to turn so dramatically overnight. I was home from work all week incredibly sick and barely left the bedroom. I feel just terrible for having so little interaction with him in his last couple days and it'll probably haunt me forever.
The day after was tough. It was the first time in years that I've turned the bedroom doorknob in the morning and not heard thump...thump...thump from his wagging tail hitting the floor. My wife saved the last bite of dinner only to realize he wasn't there to give it to. It just broke us.
Kodah was a hell of good dog.