20/08/2025
He's had a nice day, extra food, extra loves. He is grooming himself and commenced doing his evening rollies, but they're more careful now and he sometimes goes to do it and aborts on the way down.
It's extra tough for me to make the call because he's mentally still bright as a button - just now I picked up my phone and the light made him instantly look at me like WOTCHU DOIN? And just as I was typing to my sis telling her that he was struggling to walk, he hopped up no bother to go and get a drink.
He loves his life too much!
He's not vocalising any pain (and I don't want him to get to that point), and he's still getting around the garden, albeit wonkily, and snoofling about. He fidgets a lot when he's settling down. I know he's achy and weak.
But mentally, he still wants to be here.
Which is incredible when you consider that half his lifetime ago, he was still a Senior dog! I took him to the vet when he was 10 and the vet said "what ten is he...? ten months?" Funnily enough, thinking back, I think that might've been the amazing Dimitris, who is a lovely vet and knows Didz well now as an even older old man.
What a lovely long old age and retirement for him. Too quick for me. My body hurts all over from manhandling him (as well as everything else I manhandle) and the tension and the stress, and worrying about what he's up to when I can't see him.
For instance, I just heard the biggest racket - the rattling of one of the doors behind me - and I got up quick, thinking he was having a seizure or something. No, he's just merrily chomping on one of Winston's bones, right against the door!. FFS. Moments of contentment indeed.