My dog who is 16 years old just won't stop drinking water. We will fill his bowl up and he will drink it until its all gone. He will even get that desperate to have a drink that he will go try and drink out of the toilet which he has not done since he was a puppy

If this is a sudden problem that just started, I would try to get in touch with your vet today. My vet's regular number forwards to a paging service evening and weekends.

If it has slowly gotten worse for some time, you might check with the vet regular hours. Diabetes is the first thing that comes to my mind, but a trained vet can accurately diagnose the problem and perhaps have an effective remedy. At 16, the vet may only be able to relieve symptoms. The prognosis is better for the smaller breeds. Somebody on another site last night mentioned a dog that lived to be 23.

Keep the seat down on the toilet.

Poor ole fella. Definitely calls for a vet visit since the older dog can go downhill very quickly. Please keep us informed as to how you make out with him and what the problem turns out to be

-Beth

It sounds to me that he may have developed late onset diabetes. Get him to the vets asap. He can be put on tablets to control it quite easily.
Good luck, hope he gets better soon.

Really, was it important to dig up a 10 months old question to say what 2 other people had said?

Thanks hev53,

We took him to the vets and they gave him some tablets but I am afraid he passed away a month ago. He had no strengh left in his back legs,he was 17. I am deeply upset and I miss him so much as I have had him since I was 2.

The Power of a Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie-
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find - it's your own affair-
But... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone - wherever it goes - for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian Clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:

For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long-
So why in - Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Rudyard Kipling.