Ricky has lost his sense of sight and sound; he can barely walk or find his way around; he never wags his tail and bites every finger that strays near his mouth, forcefully. Stairs which were once his path to freedom are now the stairway to doom. The house which was once his kingdom and playground to roam, now presents unforeseen danger and obstacles. He is no longer able to feed or drink on his own; his diapers are wrapped around him 24/7 and he sleeps the day away. When he is not sleeping, he is either fumbling around, falling down and/or whining and crying out loud. Yet, he continues to hang on; continues to eat and drink when presented the choice. Is it a strong will to live; or is it just the basic instinct to feed?
Tomorrow, we might be bringing him down to the vet to make the painful decision that is only inevitable...
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