Actually, it wasn't hard making the decision, as she went from being able to jump on me to say hi on Thursday night, to not being able to shift her position in her bed by herself. Some medication given to her yesterday briefly made her a little better (she could kind of walk again, but not fully in control of her rear legs), but today she could only drag herself along the carpet a bit, and a dose of the medication made no difference. She would only eat a little if I hand-fed her, and I know she really wanted to go to the washroom, but she couldn't stand on her own and she wouldn't with me holding her up and she wouldn't just lying on the ground, so it would just be more and more stress for her until she just couldn't hold it in anymore. The vet said maybe switching to steriods might help for awhile, so I knew it was best for her to go, rather than having maybe another couple weeks of her being able to barely get around on her own.So sorry for your loss. Hard to make the decision, isn't it?
I'm so sorry for your loss, Dave. I bet she brought much love and joy to you and your family.
My condolences on your loss. Lost my cat Taz at 16 years old. It has been a year and I too still tear up about it. For 15 years he would jump on my lap when I was watching TV and drift off to sleep. He's not here any more. I miss him so much. I've had many dogs and cats but none like Taz.