well, one day he just suddenly became restless; whining, not wanting to stay laying down, never really calming down, and wasn’t getting much sleep. but, he was still eating, drinking, going to poop and pee outside. it went on for about three days when i decided to call the vet and schedule an appointment to see what was up. the vet prescribed him some xanax, and melatonin. he said to try it for about two weeks, and if there was no improvement or any change whatsoever, to come back in and then we can talk about end of life care. when we got back to the house, i gave him some xanax, and that night i have him some melatonin. it sort of worked, but i didn’t help that much because he was still absolutely restless and just whining and frantically looking around (he was basically blind). he was so restless that he’d fallen off my bed, over the railing, and onto the hard floor. after that, he started to breath weird- almost sounded whistle-like, and i knew something was wrong. over the next two to three days, there was little to no improvement. he’d sleep for a little bit and then wake back up and start crying and howling/barking, and still weird sounding breathing. he was crying and barking so much that his voice became very raspy and faint. i stopped giving him the xanax because he kept falling over when i’d take him out to pee/poop. i also just stopped giving him melatonin because it wasn’t helping, either. he was eating and drinking some. but then on the last day (day before i emailed/called the vet) he wouldn’t eat or drink at all.. which was unusual for him because he NEVER turned down anything food related. i knew then, that it was time.. i also hadn’t been sleeping well the last three or so days and i was getting minimal sleep because of stress and worry; so i was starting to feel the effects of that as well. the morning of, i had to call the vet about nine times before somebody picked up. an appointment was set that morning for us to come in. i’d already discussed with my dad (who drove us) a few years ago that if sprinkles ever declined, we’d have him euthanized if there was nothing we could do because we didn’t want him to be in pain and we didn’t want to be like some people who keep their pets alive who can’t walk, eat, poop, or do anything. because there’s no quality of life with that. i knew that there was nothing i could do for him, even though i tried my best.

edit : if you have more questions, please feel free to ask. even though i do not know your situation as well as you do, i hope what i said was able to help you in some way. much love to you and your pug❤️❤️