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Charlie is dieing.
He can't open his eyes and he's barely breathing. He won't last another 12 hours. If he somehow makes it, we're going to have him put down. All through today he laid on his blanket, blinking. He couldn't walk, couldn't eat; we had to give him water through a syringe. When he opened his eyes, he just looked miserable, dark crust all around his eyes and his lips were turning red.
Charlie is a 14.5 years old jack russel terrier. We've had him since I was six. He bit me like two months after we got him, and I had to get 6 stitches. I remember when I woke up one morning to his crying. He'd fallen off the couch while playing with our old dob Max and broken his leg. He's had bad arthritis ever since. He didn;t like people much but he could be so cute. He used to wag his tail so fast his whole butt shook. His ears flopped when he ran. Katie called him sausage boy or Charmander. To us he was Pupper, our Charlo. He was as much a part of the family as me or my brother.
Watching him over the years has been tough. Especially the last few months. He got dementia, didn't even remember me when I came back for the holiday break. Today, though, when he was able to get up, he walked in circles confusedly. I can't, by any stretch of the imagination, believe that he was not miserable today. Hopefully tonight he will move on. I can't stand to see him like this.
He will always be our Charlo.
-Rachel
He can't open his eyes and he's barely breathing. He won't last another 12 hours. If he somehow makes it, we're going to have him put down. All through today he laid on his blanket, blinking. He couldn't walk, couldn't eat; we had to give him water through a syringe. When he opened his eyes, he just looked miserable, dark crust all around his eyes and his lips were turning red.
Charlie is a 14.5 years old jack russel terrier. We've had him since I was six. He bit me like two months after we got him, and I had to get 6 stitches. I remember when I woke up one morning to his crying. He'd fallen off the couch while playing with our old dob Max and broken his leg. He's had bad arthritis ever since. He didn;t like people much but he could be so cute. He used to wag his tail so fast his whole butt shook. His ears flopped when he ran. Katie called him sausage boy or Charmander. To us he was Pupper, our Charlo. He was as much a part of the family as me or my brother.
Watching him over the years has been tough. Especially the last few months. He got dementia, didn't even remember me when I came back for the holiday break. Today, though, when he was able to get up, he walked in circles confusedly. I can't, by any stretch of the imagination, believe that he was not miserable today. Hopefully tonight he will move on. I can't stand to see him like this.
He will always be our Charlo.
-Rachel