Today, my dog was diagnosed with heart failure and I fear that, presently, I may be watching him fade away.
Every breath is a struggle and his appetite for food is ignored. His body grows weak.
I hold him close and I cry into his shoulders.
I adopted him from a rescue in July 2016, he was believed to be between 7 to 8 years old. After the first few months, it was found that his trachea is collapsed and months later a heart murmur.
Monday, he took a turn for the worse and my vet and I have done all that we can.
I will keep him comfortable and close for as long as I can.
My heart is breaking.
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