Nothing works any more. He cannot stand, he cries when I try to help him up, and there is nothing left on his back legs. I'm going to sleep downstairs with him tonight, and then call the vet out tomorrow.
Broken-hearted. I don't think I'd have beaten cancer to this point without him. The most loyal friend ever. Tonight I carried him outside to look at the night sky one last time, like we used to do.