Today it has become obvious that we need to be brave about Spike, he can’t do much anymore, he can only move with huge difficulty.
He still tries his best to move around the apartment and somehow through getting up and tottering for a few steps then collapsing and doing this again and again he gets around.
We have both been crying loads today, hating the thought of saying goodbye very much to our little dog, but it is obvious that it is now a case of when not if.
Richie put Spike on my bed this afternoon, first time in ages, because he has not been able to spend much time on our beds recently preferring the cooler floor.
So this afternoon was special, he licked my hands very delicately and most thoroughly which was so incredibly touching.
Difficult to keep dry eyed when writing about Spike, he is near me in the front room lying stretched out on the floor.
Such a lovely dog, I just ate a cashew nu and instantly his head was off the floor and he was looking at me and wanting a cashew nut too.
What a dog, fading away, losing strength yet still aware, part of it all and demanding his share of whatever is going.
That’s our lovely dog Spike.