How much I would give for my 13 year old poodle to be well again. Her sight is gone, her smell, her hearing, her teeth.. and now she had an epileptic seizure scaring me to death. I was convinced she was dying in my arms. Such a feeling of helplessness.
I’ve had her since I was 10. That’s forever.
You don’t put old blind people to sleep, and she’s been blind for 7 years now. I refuse as long as she shows signs of happiness.. she loves us, she loves physical contact and attention.. and that seems to be all she needs. As long as she isn’t in pain and wags her tail, things are okay.
I just wish she could run around all crazy like she used to. My dearest Lucky, just like a babysister that always understands.