gorillahowl
Member Since 2013
This morning Wendell shrieked in pain when I tried to do a blood draw. (I got the blood, but I felt horrible about it.) I have to tackle him down to get the blood. It's getting harder, not easier, to do it.
He still has no interest in his new food.
He's still waking up in the middle of the night howling.
He's still having some happy moments, but they are outweighed by moments of confusion, fear, and generally not feeling well.
I know I could spend the next few weeks/months poking him and trying to force him to eat food he doesn't want.
But the fact remains:
He is in pain. I don't want him to be.
He doesn't know that what I'm doing is to help him.
I know my boy. I know he doesn't want this to be his life.
I can't be home day after day doing curves.
I appreciate all the great help I've gotten here the last few weeks, and I'm sorry you all went to so much trouble, but I think we're nearing the end. We have our happy moments, yes, our cuddly moments, but they are getting fewer and far between. I think it's time to let him go.
He still has no interest in his new food.
He's still waking up in the middle of the night howling.
He's still having some happy moments, but they are outweighed by moments of confusion, fear, and generally not feeling well.
I know I could spend the next few weeks/months poking him and trying to force him to eat food he doesn't want.
But the fact remains:
He is in pain. I don't want him to be.
He doesn't know that what I'm doing is to help him.
I know my boy. I know he doesn't want this to be his life.
I can't be home day after day doing curves.
I appreciate all the great help I've gotten here the last few weeks, and I'm sorry you all went to so much trouble, but I think we're nearing the end. We have our happy moments, yes, our cuddly moments, but they are getting fewer and far between. I think it's time to let him go.