On the 28th of December we had to have Max the Saint put to sleep.
He was an old boy and his joints were failing him, but during the night of the 27th he had what I can only describe as a stroke, and on the morning of the 28th we awoke to find him unable to get up and soaked in his own urine the poor soul. The vet came immediatley and he went away peacefully.
Max you were a good dog, an exceptional friend to Florent when he needed you most, and we will both miss you dearly.
Fais de beaux rêves gros loup-loup! Tu les merit bien, t'était un amour, un bon chien et en t'aime toujours!
He was an old boy and his joints were failing him, but during the night of the 27th he had what I can only describe as a stroke, and on the morning of the 28th we awoke to find him unable to get up and soaked in his own urine the poor soul. The vet came immediatley and he went away peacefully.
Max you were a good dog, an exceptional friend to Florent when he needed you most, and we will both miss you dearly.
Fais de beaux rêves gros loup-loup! Tu les merit bien, t'était un amour, un bon chien et en t'aime toujours!
I'm sorry for your loss Louie, and please pass on the sentiment to Florent as well. 