It's been more five years since I lost Max and Zak. Zak's last day was September 30, 2020. I was in the hospital (for gall bladder surgery) and unable to say goodbye to him. I will always regret this. Robin and Greg had to take him to the vet for euthanasia (I hate that word). My poor boy had stopped walking 7 weeks prior. I was carrying him out twice a day to do his business. I cooked lamb for his meals. He still had a good appetite. My guilt was eased a little bit by the fact that (before I went into the hospital) I had already made the decision (with the vet) that Zak's quality of life had gone and it was time. That terrible time. He was almost 16 years old.
Max's last day on this earth was the last day of 2019, December 31st. I don't think I ever cried as hard as the day I took him to the vet. He had been diagnosed with hypothyroidism. The medicine had stopped working. He was skin and bones. He got sick and stopped eating. I couldn't get him to eat anything. I would drain the tuna from the can and offer him the tuna juice. It used to be his favorite. He had stopped using the litter box and hygiene had become a problem. I couldn't spend as much time with him as I wanted to because I needed to be with my mom more. It was a heart wrenching decision, but it had to be made. Max was 17 when he took his last breath. I held him as they vet put him under. I am crying as I write this post. I miss both of them so much, to this day.











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