It has been a difficult couple of days. Our sweet Coco is going through what Sophie went through. Canine Dementia. He's an old man. When we adopted him over 11 years ago, we were told he was "around 2 years old."
To back up a bit, last year, in October, we noticed sudden changes with Sophie. On my birthday, Sophie had an appointment with her doctor. That is when she was diagnosed and put on medication.
The medication did not help. She was put on another medication in addition to the first. As with the first, it did not help. In fact, it made things worse.
A month and a half later, we made that decision. It was the most difficult decision to make. But. Sophie let us both know. She was suffering. It was time.
In the here and now, thanks to our experience with Sophie, we know.
We. Just. Know.
We have had conversations about this.
Over.
And over.
And over.
We both want to gravitate toward the entire medication regimen.
But.
In the deepest parts of our hearts, we know.
That is not fair to Coco.
Because.
When Sophie was on her medications, it didn't cure her condition.
Our Coco is a proud man. We know that he is struggling. We are always there to assist. Gently. With kind words and lots of snuggles and kisses.
But.
It won't get any better.
Like with Sophie, he is going to let us know. When it is time. When he is ready.
Until then, one of us will always be home with him.
He will never be alone.
If that means me not leaving the house for weeks, that's fine.
Coco is our son.
We will do whatever it takes to get him through this and beyond.
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