unfortunately i need to make the call tomorrow to set up jack's euthanasia appointment. the skin of his mouth is starting to peel and its just BAD, man. i'm going to schedule it for saturday or sunday.
it really fucking blows. i broke down for a solid 30 minutes there when i realized just how bad it was and how little time i had left. the only good thing is that i've been preparing myself for it to happen this week anyway
ughghggh. probably going to be low-energy tomorrow, unless my manic spell kicks up. i guess i'll let him roam tonight if he wants and then hopefully cuddle with him the last night or two he has left.
<3 thanks guys. his appointment is for sunday. i'm lucky to be able to pay the holiday fee. there's a 25% chance i may have to move it up to saturday, depending on how badly off he is tomorrow
i'm on this really odd precipice where i know i'm ready, i know he's ready, but i'm like... not ready too? idk how to explain it. i keep thinking after this is over i'll be both devastated and content. i'm so fucking mad but i'm prepared. everything is set. i just have to go to the store and pick up some last meal food
it really is. he's been spending most of the last 2 days sleeping in my lap or on my chest, and i've just been taking solace in the fact that he loves me and that he doesn't seem mad at me for not fixing his pain
its a waiting game now. abt 30 min til the vet arrives. jack cant physically eat, but his last meal consisted entirely of whipped cream so it wasnt so bad. im so fuckin sad
yeah it really blows bc hes so healthy and active besides the jaw. but I have had a wonderful 13 years with him. he's been there for me thru so much and honestly i know hes gonna be with me in spirit
yeah it's rough but it's time and while it's gonna suck, I think with time you'll be glad at the timing. before it got worse and his quality of life was crap
for ember we dumped an entire bag of treats onto a cutting board and mashed them with a meat tenderizer cuz she couldn't chew and it looked like we set up our cat with lines of weird colored coke.
his appointment is for sunday. i'm lucky to be able to pay the holiday fee. there's a 25% chance i may have to move it up to saturday, depending on how badly off he is tomorrow
i'm so fucking mad but i'm prepared. everything is set. i just have to go to the store and pick up some last meal food