For anyone that had been following my boy and his diagnosis with Lymphoma today was his final day. I've copied and pasted my last post from
this thread. Thank you.
Last night was rough. His breathing became labored throughout the night and he lost much ability to stand and get up with some stability. I thought he went downhill fast in my last post but it was nothing compared to what happened last night and this morning. I had to carry him down the stairs and pick him up and put him in the Jeep. He was ok other than that. However he completely failed on the way to the vet, which was a twenty minute drive. It was that fast. We didn't even take him out of the Jeep. They couldn't find a vein and he basically lost consciousness and was going into convulsions. He arrived at the vet probably six hours too late. He wasn't active overnight but he was getting up with some help and drinking water. It was shocking how much he changed in how little time he did.
I'd say now from experience that once they have that first bad day to probably go to the vet for his final dose. I called the vet that night and he said to do a few things to try to get him to eat but it never made a difference. My boy died in my arms. He did give him the final spike direct to the heart after failing to find a vein the other way.
I've cried so much the last day that I am numb. This really is the only way I get my feelings out. I feel I waited too long and that I should have taken him in during the night, and for that I am sorry. His pain is now gone but I miss him so much. He was the only one there for me at some times and he was such a good boy. He was such a good boy I was so proud of him. I always bragged to people about him. I miss him and love him so much.