dmccarty
Super Star Member
Him playing, eating, drinking, pooping and peeing are keys. As long as that is happening, He Be good.... he's playing with the other dogs and trotting around. Eats and poops well. Still our happy guy.
As the time got closer, our dogs have slowly stopped playing, eating would decline, as would drinking. If the dog stops peeing and pooping it is getting to the point where You Will Know What To Do.
My dog started to loose feeling in her back legs. She could still walk but it was hard to stand sometimes and walking any distance was a problem. Playing was not an option but she was still happy and did not seem to be in pain.
We have finished concrete floors to make cleaning up after kids, dogs, and us easy. After a time, my dog would have to pee, and pee now, she would get up from her bed and try to get to the door, but she would pee from the bed, sometimes in the bed, to the door. Not a problem. Let her outside while I cleaned up. This often happened at 0200-0300 and I was not getting much sleep but that is life. The dog was shamed because of this, I could see it in her face, but I never, ever, made an issue out of it. But we knew the time was getting close....
She was eating very little but still pooping. The problem became she could not control her bowels. Her shamed increased as she started to poop in her bed and on herself. By this time, she was barely getting out of bed to drink, eat a bit, and go to the bathroom. She slept most of the time. Eventually, she could not get up to drink, much less eat, and she was soiling herself.
We Knew It Was Time....
When the vet came to do what needed to be done. I know my dog knew what was going to happen and she was ok with it. It stopped her suffering.
She Knew It Was Time.
My father in law had a dog that was declining. He knew it and so did the dog. One day, the dog got up to go outside, and when the door was opened, the dog ran into the woods and crawled deep into a bunch of briars, and died. The dog did not want to die in it's den, and it's last act of love and devotion, was to leave the house and die. My father in law tore his arms and face to pieces trying to get to that dog's body, but he could not get into that mess, and had to leave his dog. Not sure which was worse, the dog dying, my father in law tearing himself up to get to the dog, or not being able to bury the dog as he wanted...
I told him the dog did want the dog wanted and needed to do...
The Dog Knew It was Time And What Needed To Be Done.