I have been up all night. As I write this it is 5:31 am PST. It has been 2 years & 1 week to the day since Mr. JoeJo came to live with me. His former owners could no longer care for him and were going to put him down, but I stepped in and took him home.
He was up all night crying in pain, I don’t know if his pancreatitis has come back, or if his dementia has completely taken over. Around 3:45 I gave him some Methocarbomal (sp) to help ease the pain, but it didn’t work right away. I was actually on my way to the ER (to say goodbye) when he fell asleep in the car. I made my husband turn around and go home. So here he is asleep. Hopefully I can keep his pain under control, but I know the time is close.
As I write this the tears are flowing, I am not ready, but I don’t think I will ever be. He is my little love. Sorry the pic is a little blurry, it’s kind of hard to focus my camera.