The Dilemma of Uncle Chuck

While I was giving Uncle Chuck a bath this morning my brain told my heart it was time to let Chuck go but, my heart is stubborn and argued with my brain.  Charlie has no balance.  No one knows what's wrong or what caused it and it's been 2 months and he isn't better.  He staggers, falls, gets up, staggers, falls, etc.  He can't make it to the litter box so we're constantly cleaning up messes but, because he has no balance it means if he pees he falls in it.  If he poops, he falls in it.  He falls into his watered down canned food, you get the picture?  He's alert, he knows us, it might take him a while for his bobbing head to focus on us when we talk to him but he does it.  And that is why my heart is stubborn but, is this a good life for him?  Is he happy?  I noticed before his trip he wasn't eating as much and now he's throwing up what he ate and that's when my brain said it was time but, my heart hasn't totally agreed yet.  Uncle Chuck is 14 years old, he's led a good pampered life....is it time?

Spent last week at the Grand Lake O' the Cherokees melting in 100+ weather.  Too hot to go out on the boat, too hot to sit on the deck and enjoy the lake but had a nice visit with Leah, Phil, Brandy, Ginger and Rupert.