⌛His Sands Are But Few

Took Maddux to the veterinarian today, see if there was anything we could do. They prescribed some drugs and discussed euthanasia. He can't stand on his own anymore and after I lift his 160 pound ass up, still has trouble walking. The past couple days, I've been holding him up by the tail quite frequently so he can maintain his balance. You can imagine the size of a mess a Dane makes that doesn't want to get up and go outside to go potty.

Those three know he's pretty close to expiring and it will be discussed this evening. They've lost a lot over the past few years. Figure Sunday, will give him an all you can eat buffet of steak and peanut butter and pancakes. They seem to be his favorite.

He's about the best you could ask for in a companion dog. Loving, loyal and a great pillow! Ha! He will be missed come time though. One thing I love about dogs is they don't pretend to be anything other themselves. So I ask you, do you REMEMBER TO BE YOU? I always am, even with a Kevorkian mask.