I have to agree it’s time. I saw him Saturday evening and he could hardly walk; his legs are just gone. He has moments of pleasure still but he’s bloated and deaf and in clear pain pretty much at all times now.
I’m already booked to put up a load of hay this morning which means the whole day will be busy, so I’ll put together a better/longer post maybe this evening. I’ve said many times that Ghost wasn’t my favorite dog because I wasn’t his favorite human even though we lived together for some eight years. A guy gets tired of being Perpetual Plan B, and is especially not prepared to take it from a dog. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t like him. It’s not a good day.
And he’s the last one – the last of the original Gulch pack.