I had to make a special enclosed area for him in the basement a few months ago, with heavy grade plastic sheeting on the floor. He was starting to not be able to hold his poo until I could get him outside, can't have him crapping on the carpet so I made him his own little apartment. Food & water nearby and a compfy mat under the plastic for him to lay on.
I help himi up the stairs every morning and take him outside, he does his bidness in the back yard, then I get him some breakfast.... usually some beef broth with his pain medication in it. I add in a small bit of rice or macaroni with it, he gobbles it up with gusto.
I have an enclosed area at the side of my house for him to hang out all day, again, a bucket of water right there, a nice indoor/outdoor mat for him to lay on, plenty of shade.
His hind legs are a bit stiff now so when I take him for his daily walks they are short and quite slow so he can keep up. But he's happy, still loves meal time, still jumps up like a puppy quite often when I'm playing around with him in the yard.... but it's become a near-fulltime job to care for him.
Why do I do it? Because he's been with me for over 17 years, he's my pup, and these are his last days. This will most likely be his last summer, I don't see him withstanding another Canadian winter... so I'm doing my best to spend a lot of time with him and make sure he's happy to the end.
I'm sure going to miss him when he's gone.
