I cuddle with them more. I give them more treats. I kiss them more. I always make sure Jack has his ball when he goes to bed, even if it means crawling on the floor to look under the sofa .Tommy now waits for me to nuke him a hot dog. He won't eat until I chop it up and put it in his bowl. that I chop up and put in his bowl. He gives a pookie face when he wants me to move the other dogs to another part of the sofa so he can climb up and snuggle against me.
Jack moves slower. He sleeps harder. I never go anywhere alone and he won't go anywhere without his ball. If it's stuck under some furniture, he uses his head and eyes to point to the exact spot.
I've never had a dog who is this sweet. He's never so much as growled. He's like Charlie Brown at my house. The other dogs will steal his ball or jump in front of him for a treat. He takes it all with grace.
If I think too much about losing them, my stomach becomes a knot; my mind won't go anywhere but to them. It's hard to talk or write about it. I'll just keep feeding Tommy hot dogs and sneaking treats to Jack. I'll spend my last nickel to keep them pain-free and here with me, but even money won't make that last forever.