I joined a Yahoo group about senior dogs. Don't know if it still exists. Anyway they gave ways to help our senior dogs. Like rolling up a towel to be placed around the belly to help going down steps to do their "business". Then there was also using baby diapers.
I would lay on the floor and feed tasha vanilla ice cream.
As tasha declined (I at the time worked at a facility for psychologicaly troubled adolescents on the overnight shift), I would leave for work, and lay down a shower curtin for tasha and her baby diapers. In the morning I would gather up the sheets and launder them.
Then one morning as I returned from work, I gathred up tasha, placed her on my bed and prepared to launder the sheets on the floor. Then, out of the blue, tasha sat up on the bed and her eyes were vacant. I knew it was time. I freaking knew it. I called my vet and took tash in. It was heart renching, but I stayed as he injected the fatel shot. I stayed for a while with tash.
I still have her cremains today, thinking to either scatter her remains in the Lake Ontarior that she loved to swim in or scatter them in The Mount Hope Cemetory in Rochester, NY.
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