Guess I spoke too soon.

My dog deteriorated rapidly and unexpectedly overnight, and this morning she didn’t recognize anything; not me, not her bed, not food, not where her bathroom is. All she could do today was walk in circles, searching for something that seemed familiar.

The vet this evening said that Poco had a diabetic neuroplasty that had seriously affected her central nervous system. Apparently, her diabetes is not well-controlled by insulin and would be very difficult, if not impossible, to manage. It is possible that she’d get some cognitive function back eventually once her diabetes was under control, but it’s not likely, and that’s only if we could figure out an effective diabetes treatment - which isn’t likely either.

Given her age, blindness, deafness, joint pain, and general discomfort day in and day out, I agonizingly decided it was best to put her to sleep, which they did about an hour ago.

I stayed for the whole procedure, mostly because I couldn’t bear to put her down. It was without a doubt the most difficult thing I’ve ever done.

I’m a big ol’ mess right now, so that’s it. I don’t have anything more to say anyway.