Since my last post Winston continued to have good days and bad days. Unfortunately the bad days started to outnumber the good days. We tried to keep his pain under control but he started to have days where he just couldn't cope with it. He would stand all hunched up with his head down and pant. He couldn't get comfortable lying down, he couldn't sit, he struggled to walk, but he was in so much pain that when he did walk he'd kind of shuffle along. The first time this happened, we were able to get the pain under control again, but it got to the point where the relief he got only lasted for an hour or two.
After an especially bad night, I walked out with him to go potty and he told me that he was ready to go. I sat out in the yard with him for awhile and cried. We took him to AMVS that morning and we stayed with him to the end.
