Leo is dying
Fifthteen years old, and he has been with us since he was ten months. Leo sounds like he did when he was a puppy, whimpering. He's walking around the house, trying to squeeze his head into corners of the rooms and crawling under furniture. Last night, while I wasn't home, everyone thought it was the end. He'd drastically become incontinent (urinary), and yelping. Mum gave him a dog sedative today.
I know what he's doing. He's looking for a place to feel comfortable, to die. But not only that, I think he's had a stroke. One side of his face is swollen... it looks distorted. And he is partially blind and deaf.
Taking him to the vets now. I don't think he will be coming back.
I know what he's doing. He's looking for a place to feel comfortable, to die. But not only that, I think he's had a stroke. One side of his face is swollen... it looks distorted. And he is partially blind and deaf.
Taking him to the vets now. I don't think he will be coming back.