This is my family's dog, Buddy. He was a 12th birthday gift for my little brother who is now nearly 24. Sweet Buddy is in his last days (literally) so I took a bunch of pictures of him today while we were at my parents house.
He limped and coughed around the backyard - chewing on sticks, balancing treats on his nose, tail constantly wagging. He's easily the gentlest, kindest dog I've known. It's going to be hard to say goodbye to this old guy.
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I wish I could've done that in the last days of my family's dog. Those pictures would be priceless to me now. She went from having boundless energy to being listless and weak almost instantly. By the time we knew she was dying, I didn't have the heart to take pictures. I'm glad you got some pictures in.
Aw, Mary, that is sad. My Dad is a veterinarian so he's been able to help keep him fairly comfortable, but it's still hard to see him so sick. Dad he thinks Buddy has a lung tumor(s) and it's his time to go. Dogs definitely don't live long enough.
Enjoy your time with Buddy - he looks like a real sweetheart! God bless labs and their eagerness to please!
Oh Jen, your post nearly made me burst into tears. My dog is also twelve, and coming into his last home stretch. Each passing day he moves a little slower, hears a little less, and sleeps a little more. I'm dreading the day he leaves us. I know what you mean when you say it's gonna be hard to say goodbye to your old guy.
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