My beautiful chubapup is dying. He needs to be put to sleep because of his pain. He's only seven and he's had a massive stroke. He's been throwing up constantly. Even though he's an outside dog, I've bee keeping him in my bed. He's so unwell he soils himself. I don't care if he poops all over me, I love him so much.
I can't possibly express how much grief I'm going through. I'll post some pictures of Terry in his happier days tomorrow.
Mum is making the appointment tomorrow. I'm literally shattered inside.