James

Well, yesterday James at some point got up and made it way out to the backyard into the tall grass, my husband said something down deep in dogs tells them to go far away from home to die, so we gave him some Tylenol when we found where he was, then late last night we could here him barking and whining some, so about 1am me & Frank went out and loaded him into the gator(keep in mind he's pretty big, at least 100+ lbs) so we loaded him up and took him back to his bed, we gave him some food and water and I covered him with a blanket to keep him warm.

We took him to the vet awhile back and he said over time he'd just keep getting worse and eventually have to be put down.

It's really sad around here right now, I told Frank I didn't think I could handle having anymore dogs, A year ago this past November our previous dog Pfifer died. Then a year ago in January we decided to get two Great Dane puppies, they were fun and sweet, a lot of work (they were inside while they were pups). I just hate it right now, he's such a sweet dog.

We having the kids say their goodbye's today, not sure how much longer, today James is laying flat in his bed and is unable to get up to go the bathroom and has to have food and water given to him.

Shan