We do not really know what happened, but he went from being able to cope to just giving up in 24 hours. In so much pain he did not want to get up, to eat etc. His eyes were like a glass doll. My vet thought maybe he had a stroke but its hard to say, and would not matter.
Hottie was like " my heart dog"- the one attached to your heart and soul. Both of us feel like we are totally numb and on 'auto pilot'. We found out yesterday some good news, but even that is hard to rejoice in. ( independant of Hottie).
I keep reading " Footprints"- I just feel like I am being carried right now.