Poor lad woke me at five AM this morning, his breathing was rather laboured and he was shaking. He seemed to rally after about an hour and got up to head for the bedroom door. I got up with him and carried him downstairs but when i put him down he could hardly stand up and his balance was all over the place.
He has been in his bed all day and is still not with it although he has got up and taken himself out on a couple of occasions and had a drink and a wee.
Had a small handfull of warm chicken breast tonight but is really not fussed.
Just have to see how it goes, but at times like this i can feel my heart breaking.
He is my first cocker and that just makes him so special to me....
I've been here before with him so i know there is still a chance of him pulling through again.
why do we so fall in love with our dogs?