December 30, 1997-January 8, 2012
Riley is at peace. I know he's at peace. I held his head and watched him relax while taking his final breath. My head knows our family made the right decision.
Riley has spent the past two weeks laying on the same blankets in the same spot. We kept pushing water though he ate very little. His muscles atrophied. He probably had pain in his hips. He leaned and walked to the right leaving us to believe he probably had a stroke.
This is not the quality of life he was accustomed to - he no longer slept upstairs with us nor had he followed us around the house.
Yes we know. It doesn't make the heart hurt any less. We've lost a dear member of our family. But he's at peace.