Hubby took him in and the vet said his heart murmur had really gotten worse, 6 being the worst, his was at 5. His back legs no longer worked, he had some spine issues. He was 13 years old. So, Gary called me and said he was having him put down. It was hard for both of us and it was better for him, no more pain, no more suffering. He had been through major surgery to have a ruptured lump removed, he then had pancreatitis and we had to nurse him back to health. He wasn't living a good life, not for a dog. No more of his favorite foods, no more kibble with any form of fat, he had to live on diet dog food.
|Napoleon relaxing with his best friend, Bootsy.|
I miss his singing. He sang to me every night. I miss that and so does Ody, our corgi. He and Napoleon were buddies since Boots is old and grouchy. They spent a lot of time together in the back yard.
I look in his home each morning expecting to see him snoring away. Sigh!
I love you my old faithful hound dog. You will be missed.