Thursday, January 5, 2012
Paris has been having terrible nights, three in a row, so I called the vet and he said it may be Paris' time. He was not sleeping, gasping for air for 20 minutes at a time. He just laid on his circle bed the third day and didn't want to get up. It was horrible. I was finally prepared to help him out. I came home from work yesterday and there he was all wagging and kissing and even played with the squeaky sock! It's like he knew I talked to the doctor. He slept very well last night, only waking once with a short wheezing fit. I do hear some crackling in his lungs I never heard before and his breathing is more labored. I will keep a close watch on the old fella.
Posted by beachdog at 6:37 AM