Tuesday

5:30 am
Woody gets me up twice to go outside. I try to feed him and he doesn't want anything. I try turkey, brie, treats. Nothing interests him. I need to get those pills into him. I can't get back to sleep so I just stayed up playing computer games. Woody bugs me again to go outside and I just leave the door open. A few minutes later I go to find him and he's laying out on the deck in the freezing rain. Here is a boy who hated going out in the rain. I got him back inside.

6:30 am
Gets me up again to go outside. Licking the water off the deck. Managed to slip him his pills in a piece of bread, but he isn't interested in treats.

8:00 am
Discovered some vomit. Hope it's not his pills. Woody keeps clawing at me for something. I take them outside in the cold rain and he won't eat anything. Back inside. Won't eat bread. I don't know how much longer I can do this.

8:30 am
Woody is clawing my leg. Can't tell what he wants. We go for our walk and he's really slow. Frank managed to get about 1/3 of a jerky into him. Back home, he claws my leg some more and I just put him in my lap, where he stays for a while. Very unusual for him. I make the appointment for 1:30 today.

2:00 pm
Woody died in Frank's arms this afternoon. We will miss him.