

I am so sorry. I am in the final days of my dog’s life as well, trying desperately to convince my ex to euthanize him with love and dignity rather than getting to an emergency decision, and it’s awful. He’s SO ready to go and yet it’s killing me.
Until the dementia and tracheal stenosis set in he was hilarious. People criticize you online for having pugs, but he was a stray, and he made me laugh all the time. He literally dug potatoes we were growing out of the pot and ate them raw, shit himself inside out for days and was delighted that he had figured out where we were hiding the secret foods. I would take him to the dog park and he’d hang out the window and scream in joy the whole way there and back.
Here’s a video of him singing me the song of his people for you, OP, I’m so sorry.
You really should buy a bedbug proof mattress cover and interceptors for the legs of your bed and furniture. Trust me when I say that an ounce of prevention will save you a lot of trouble, cost, and emotional trauma. Even if it costs more, buy then anyway.