We are getting to the place I really don’t want to get to
Leo is now having poo accidents several times a day, in his bed, on the sofa - I watched him this morning and he was pooing as he walked - literally no awareness that he was doing it (small mercies as he would be mortified)
A decent walk knocks him out for days, he can’t get up when he’s down and he rarely settles - he just seems to pace constantly.. it’s like he’s looking for something.
In the hopes of finding something (anything!) treatable we paid for a full blood work but nothing, everything is working as it should - vet gently suggested dementia. I knew it but I didn’t want to know it if that makes sense.
It sounds awful but I want something to be wrong with him, I want tablets or I want something that tells me that it’s the right time for him.
Every time I think that’s it, we are there... he seems to perk up, he will play with Mas or he will bring a ball to me.
How do you know when it’s time? We have provisionally booked a cottage for the weekend before Christmas in wales, he loves the beach. Then I think it might be time.
Maybe.