I just found this forum today, and have read with tears in my eyes other people's stories. On the 15th of this month my beautiful beautiful baby retriever X's soul left his body - he was almost 17 years old. I am absolutely devastated. We bonded when he was a pup, and although a family pet, was my baby and everyone called me his mummy. He had recurring gum problems, and over the last 3-4 years I'd been cleaning his mouth almost daily and giving him regular courses of anti-biotics. I had nursed him through a stroke last June and, with lots of TLC and 24 hour care, he recovered well. He had had a few seizures over the years but they never amounted to much, until January 27th this year. I got a phone call from my mum that he'd had 'a turn' and I drove the 35 miles from work straight home to be with him. He was ok, looking back to his normal self after a couple of days. To cut a long story short (as it's still extremely hard to think about and I'm feeling very raw and emotional), the vet had done a blood test, and told us his kidney function was very poor. They actually thought we should consider euthanasia in the next few days, but there was no way we were doing that as he looked fine. Anyway, I researched online for advice on kidney problems in dogs, and we ordered some herbal treatments and cooked him special food. A week after the seizure he stopped drinking on his own, and we had to give him water through a syringe. We also administered enemas, as I'd heard it's a good way to introduce fluids in animals that aren't getting enough. I'd read other people's stories on here, where they had to hand feed their pets - well, it was the same for us. Syringe feed and hand feed. He did still eat some little things on his own but he wouldn't drink. He was getting slower and less keen on walks, and I ended up having to encourage him. When he did move, he could do it..even wagging his tail and sniffing a bit. Anyway, he got worse and in the last few days was wetting his bed. None of this would make me part with him.....except that on the 15th, we just knew he was very tired. He was probably dehydrated too, which breaks my heart, as there seemed to be nothing we could do to help much. The whole thing, watching him go like that ripped me apart - I feel guilty because I sometimes felt frustrated and impatient that he wouldn't walk, cos I knew he could. I guess I was just not handling seeing what turned out to be the inevitable, happening to 'my little special' (one of the many names he had). I suppose I thought I could nurse him back like I had last summer, after his stroke. I feel so many things right now, one of them guilt for so many little things. I can't get the last week or so out of my head.....I am hardly functioning normally - everything's an effort. I would like to be able to talk to people on here, as well as friends and family. I would be very grateful for any comments, advice or responses. One last thing, before I start to well up again - I thought kidney failure caused dogs to drink more....why did my baby stop drinking?? Was he just ready to go and see his old friends? I hope he was just old and tired, and not that we didn't do something right to keep him a bit longer. I'd so appreciate the opportunity to air out some of my guilt, doubts and anxieties - if anyone out there wants to share and/or listen, I'd be most grateful. He was a strong little fighter, who still looked like a baby. I miss him so much (tears in my eyes), and pray I was there for him and that he knew it. Thank you in advance :-(