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| My absolute favorite picture of Samps! |
This blog has been sittin around for the last week or so. I didn't publish it when I first wrote it, I guess thinking that it would make it "more" real.
The last month has been a whirlwind of visits to the vet office. Our big boy wasn't acting well and isn't getting much better. After numerous visits, we are finally getting somewhere, but not exactly where we thought it would be or want it to be. We've had to make a very difficult decision on what to do about our boy. I see a more difficult decision in the near future. The outcome is inevitable.. Although my head understands, my heart is having a hard time with it. It's so hard to see him go downhill, he's not his usually peppy self, and he looks at me with those big brown eyes. He can no longer sit, and can't stand for long periods of time, so he mainly lays around all day. His appetite is almost non existent, but at times he will eat if I hand feed him.
I remember when I was pregnant with K we were worried how he was going to act with a new baby. He hadn't been around babies, or kids for that matter, other than a few occasions. Our fears were soon put to rest! He was so good with her. The first couple weeks he was nervous and wondering why that thing in the bassinet kept making noise. Before too long he would come get us if she stirred or cried. He adjusted well to not being the center of attention any longer. I think he knew with in a year or two he was going to be in for some pretty sweet treats!









