This will be short. Riley has been suffering with labored breathing for two or three weeks. It has been progressively getting worse. His appetite, even for raw beef, has diminished to almost nothing. Today, his hips are giving out.
Riley is Andrew's heart dog, and Andrew is Riley's person. They are currently together in the bedroom, and Riley is lightly snacking on pizza. Tonight, tomorrow morning, he will get anything he wants. Tomorrow, if he makes it through the night, he'll make his last trip to the vet, then to the crematory, the same crematory that took care of my Freda and Sammy and Lexi. We'll pick out an urn and return in an hour or two to pick up his remains.
Every one of you know how hard and heart wrenching this is, for me and Jeff, but mostly for Andrew. Please keep all of us in your prayers.
Riley turned 14 May 1. I will always remember him as the sweet, goofy puppy he was 13 years ago.
Riley, 6 months old, his first week at his new home with us.
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