He hasn't eaten since Saturday. We took him to his favorite spot at the river last night. I shot off a roll of film. I was able to get him to eat jerky. Sent some home with his Poppa. His eyes are still bright, but he's getting weaker by the day. Poppa has decided when it's time we're gonna have the vet come out to the truck and let him go there. He'll have his ball and stick right there. We'll have him cremated. His Granpa is building him an urn.
For now, it's just a waiting game. Waiting for Jake to let us know when it's time.
**** I'm gonna miss the boy.
For now, it's just a waiting game. Waiting for Jake to let us know when it's time.
**** I'm gonna miss the boy.