Mordred was too weaktowalk, so Douglas lifted him into the back of the Jeep for what we knew would be the final time, and we all gathered together on the cold linoleum of the vet's office as I bawled my heart out and Mordred laid his head on Douglas' lap, grateful for the comfort.
The treatments left him weak and fatigued, with pain and numbness in his feet that threw off his balance and left him unable towalk steadily and unable to stop himself from falling if he tripped.