I have mentioned here before of the problems I'm having with Charley, and I just can't take any more.
Charley will be fifteen in a few weeks and is blind, deaf, and suffering with dementia. The last couple of weeks have been dreadful as he has been making so much mess in the house. The odd mishap I can cope with, but it has been worse than that. The other day he had made a mess in the kitchen that I cleaned up. Put him out in the garden for a while and brought him inside. Later, I went for a shower, and came downstairs to find that he had messed in the kitchen, and then walked round and round in it so that it was spread everywhere. Fortunately, the kitchen is tiled, so with the aid of almost a half roll of kitchen towel, I cleaned up the mess and sprayed the area with disinfectant. Then used the steam mop to finish off. In the early hours of one morning last week I was woken by Charley howling. I left him for a short time because he regularly does this and then goes back to sleep. After ten minutes I had to go downstairs to see what was wrong. He was pacing around the hall and crying for no obvious reason. I took him outside for a while, and then brought him inside. Charley now sleeps in the hall in his bed as I'm unable to carry him upsatirs, and he can't get upstairs by himself. He settled down and slept through the rest of the night.
This morning, I came downstairs to find that he had made a mess in the hall in three places, and then walked in it all over the carpet. In the dim light I also trod in it on the way across to switch on the light. I was distraught to say the least, and spent a good half hour cleaning up with kitchen towels before using the steam cleaner. I could then let Henry outside and prepare breakfast. I put Charley outside for a time before I had breakfast. After breakfast a neighbour came to take Henry for his walk - I'm unable to do so since I'm recovering from an operation, and have to go for an MRI scan on 7th January. When Henry returned I put Charley outside for a while before going upstairs for a shower. When I came down Charley had again messed in the kitchen and trampled it all over the floor, so another half hour or so cleaning up again.
I really can't take much more. All of this is on top of Charley wandering around the lounge, crying for no good reason, and knocking things over. He regularly stands in his water bowl and knocks it over, with a few litres sloshing around the floor. I have had to put down a small bowl, and fill it frequently, otherwise there would be water everywhere.
Charley doesn't have much quality of life as it's not possible to take him for a walk, and he won't allow me to cuddle him. His groomer will no longer cut him as he howls and squirms making it impossible for her to cut him. He spends most of the time sleeping; when he's awake he walks round and round crying. However, he enjoys his food, and gobbles down his raw minced chicken with gusto.
I have held off dealing with the situation, but I fear I won't be able to hold off much longer. A number of friends think I'm cruel for not having him put to sleep, but I have not been able to bring myself to think about this.
Sorry, that this has been so drawn out, and I'd welcome any observations.