Oh, Roman, you're such a character. You've been our biggest canine challenge since you walked into our home on February 4, 2018. Last month, you had a wellness check which went rather well, all things considered (like driving you back and forth to Dr. Julia in a crate). His liver numbers were elevated as they have been for a year or so, but not to a concerning level.
Roman's ornament from Kathie
Two days ago on Wednesday, Roman stopped eating and could no longer walk by himself. Amazingly, Roman let nephew Michael pick him up to go out to the yard and drink some water. Something in my head began to trouble me as these events began unfolding. The way Roman looked at me when we communicated told me all I needed to know. We were going to lose him. He looked stately, calm, and resigned. Much of the wildness that normally flows through his attitude was absent.
Roman on a calm day in 2020
I gave him a day to discern whether these symptoms would persist, which they did. Today, I carried a very limp Roman into Good Shepherd and handed him to Susan, Dr. Julia's trusted tech, who adores His Highness. Shortly after arriving home, I received a call from Cindy with truly bad news. His liver and kidneys have shut down and there is nothing that can be done to cure him. This is exactly what I saw in his eyes as he looked at me across the last 24 hours. He knew. I knew. I ended the call and cried. Roman has always been a troubled soul, but he's OUR troubled soul and there will never be another dog like him in our house. I let nephew Michael know the bad news and we both consoled each other.
Ken is rushing to town so that we can all be together to bid our Roman a proper farewell as he departs this life. Now, we are seven.
Roman in February 2018