Taz is doing better than I had anticipated. He has explosive 2 minute episodes of tail wagging, talking excitement about once every other day. I absorb those moments like water to a sponge
He has lost a lot of weight. His little spine is sticking out and you can count every rib. He is extremely fragile and weak. He no longer sits up on his front legs. He goes from spot to spot, gently falls into place and is asleep within moments. He seems to have gotten very clingy and sensitive, always showing me the very sad needy look below. I wish I knew what he needs.
We have a good routine down with his pottying. I think he is more comfortable as well knowing where to teetee in the house and not stepping in it over and over. As well, he has a beach towel trail so he doesn’t get confused. The humans are happier too.
One the upside he still has his appetite and is still drinking. He loves to finish mama’s glass of water, it tastes so much better than his dish, and I am glad to let him have it.
Though his days are numbered, his memory will last forever.
I love you Taz.
2 comments:
oh my sweet boy, taz. i love you too. :(
sorry cole...it is so sad to hear. i love you.
~the other cole
Luvs me some Mijo. Max does too!
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