He still wagged his tail and ran up and down the stairs. Sunday I took him for a walk and he just powered out. I ended up carrying him part way home. He recovered but I made a vet appointment. That afternoon, I could have gone back to work but instead puttered around the house. Duff sat in the chair with me and watched NCIS.
I got home Wednesday and he wagged his way over but he was twitchy and uncomfortable seeming so I called the vet for some painkillers. Very shortly after, the phone rang and he had a seizure. We zipped him over to the Animal Hospital. He recovered enough to know we were there but was clearly not coming around. It made the right decision easier and we said goodbye.
12 and a half years is a pretty good run. He was a very different cairn terrier than we are used to. Friendly and cuddly but not super confident. He taught me to be better at accepting and working with what is so everyone can be content.
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