I'm here reading quietly. The saddest part of all this is seeing poor Gwennie wondering where her brother is. She has serious abandonment issues (came from a litter of 13 and watched all her litter mates disappear one by one, never to be seen again). She has never liked to be alone. On rare occasions when I have separated the two of them she has always destroyed everything she could get to. She adored Nero, too, and now she is the only pet left. She is whining and searched the yard for him, and now she planted herself by the food dish so if he came to eat she could see him. So sad.
I feel so bad I didn't realize how sick he was. I've been reading up on his condition and apparently it often goes unnoticed until the dog just gets so weak that he collapses. Looking back he had all the signs and we really thought he was having mobility issues (his back legs were stiff, which isn't a symptom). The main sign is weakness and lethargy, and he was definitely struggling to stand up and spent more time lying around and sleeping than usual. But he was loving, and playful, and hungry. And interested in what was happening up until yesterday and I just didn't think a dog who was eating and playing and alert was fatally ill. Recently when I came home from work he would come up to me and put his nose in my face as if to say he loved me. I just keep thinking he was trying to tell me he was sick when he did that and I wasn't paying attention.
ETA: Poor Gwennie just made herself vomit, she is so upset.
Last edited by Gwenn; 09-04-2012 at 08:29 PM.
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