Apologies for not posting in such a long time but I felt I should once more...
On August 31st 2016, Spencer was put to sleep due to complications from IVDD - something he was diagnosed with in 2006. Throughout his 10 years with me he has about 4 or 5 episodes with flareups that seem to get better with medication and rest. I knew one day that it would come back with a vengeance and that day came the morning of August 30th. When we woke up at 6am to go out for his morning business I noticed he was walking funny with his back arched. This was a common sign that his back was bugging him but this time it was different. 24hrs later I had to find the strength to make undoubtedly the toughest decision I will ever experience but deep down I knew it was the right one. He was basically paralysed in the hind end which meant that he had suffered a ruptured or herniated disc. Moving was noticeably very painful for him and I'm sure equally confusing for his little brain to process. I couldn't see him suffering. I couldn't be selfish as much as I didn't want to let him go. We had spent that night curled up in my bed cuddling - he slept, I couldn't sleep a wink (trying to come to terms with the reality of the situation). It's almost been a month and I still break down daily (usually before bed). I miss him more than I can convey. There is a huge hole in my heart/life that will never be filled. With time things will get easier so I've been told. I feel lucky to have been his owner, blessed for all the unconditional love and forever grateful for all the awesome memories. He was the best little thing to ever happen to me!
Hug your furry babies and hold them tight. They are angels that are here then gone in what seems like a blink of an eye.