Glen Filthie asked for an update on Wolfgang, and so here we go. His back legs have been getting increasingly tangled up. Yesterday he fell twice as I was taking him out when he woke up. You can tell that it frustrates him, but increasingly he wakes up hurting at night (we hear him panting) and every now and then he whimpers. It's intermittent, but increasing.
He's still alert, although he's sleeping more. The Queen Of The World says it's because that's the time he doesn't hurt. I think she's ready to let him go. I'm not, but as I see him in pain more often, I'm getting closer.
TQOTW's daughter said recently that when it's time, he'll let us know. I expect that's right. For now, he hasn't let me know.
But he can't run with the dogs at the dog park, which frustrates him. He's a very social dog, one who likes and gets along with almost all dogs and people. I have to say that I did a much better job socializing him than my old shepherd, Jack.
And so we're planning a doggie party, with his neighborhood dog friends coming over to lay out with him on the grass. He loved to do that back at Camp Borepatch in Georgia, and he still likes to do this today. It's not a "time to say goodbye to Wolfgang" party, but I don't know how he will be in 2 weeks at the rate he's going. So we're having the party this weekend.
In a way, it looks kind of like when Dad was in hospice. You know the trajectory, but not the timetable. Every day is a gift. Turn up the music, and dance with your wife.







