We just came from Steve/Kim/Jesse's house. Jesse can not physically eat, his hindquarters need to be lifted with a sling to move him, he's gone from 120 to 110 pounds (he's BIG, not fat), he drools constantly, and his eyes are just so mournful. Kim said, by the way, she made a mistake quoting his age. He's only 6; 7 in October. We've known him his whole life, but didn't realize he was that young.
Steve looked at me and said, "Maggie, what do you think? I know you won't lie to me." He was asking if it's time to put Jesse down. The doctors are giving no hope and those eyes told me everything I needed to see. I told him. We cried, said how much we loved each other, and I said goodbye to Jesse. I'm crying again. I'll post a picture of this beautiful "beast" when I can. We have several.
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