Time was proving to be such a valuable thing and we were beginning to realise just how limited it was.
After a few more months passed, a third E.coli infection set in. This was a stronger strain than those that Buddy had previously suffered from and this time we needed a month long dose of antibiotics.
One week into his course of tablets and 8 months after being diagnosed with renal failure, it happened. Buddy gave us âthe lookâ.
With a simple tilt of his head and the most expressive eyes, Buddy said the very words I feared would one day come from our vet. He was tired of fighting and was ready to rest peacefully.
Friday August 22nd, we made the call to the vet to book one last appointment for the following Monday allowing us to have one final weekend together.
The next morning and Buddy couldnât stand. He had no strength and this made us realise how selfish it was to delay the inevitable as it was for us, not him and with the discomfort he was showing it was unfair to put him through too much more. He had been such a wonderful friend and he deserved to be treated with the respect he had earned over the years. As such, we rang the vet again and changed our appointment to that afternoon.
We decided to throw Buddy a farewell party to make sure he knew how much he meant to us.
No more tablets. No diets. We were having a BBQ.
Chicken wings. Bacon. Sausages. All of lifeâs little luxuries that were on the âin moderationâ list.
If today was to be the day, he was going to say goodbye with a smile.