We’re going to say goodbye. Last week, he was eating chicken and kibble and Friskies and Fancy Feast, he was following me around the yard, snuggling up to me in bed…. This week, he’ll eat baby food if I put it under his nose in a spoon. He can barely walk, he’s getting so weak.
I think his kidneys have finally given out.
I know in my heart and mind that he’s not going to get better, so we’re going to say goodbye.
I hate this part.