geriatric. I'll try not to attribute cause and effect to my change in attitude and his health. But his health is failing. The news from the vet is that we're apparently looking at end-of-life care. The good news is that, with pain medication, he's getting around okay and eating specially prepared meals. The bad news is that pain medication is obviously not a cure.
Friday, March 10, 2006
King and I
On paper and in my head I'm working on several post topics this week. But most of my head and heart (and time and energy) is devoted to King this week. Granted it's been a while since he ran circles around me when we go for a walk, but I didn't realize thirteen is old for dogs 'til I took King to the vet for a rabies shot last month and she categorized him as 
geriatric. I'll try not to attribute cause and effect to my change in attitude and his health. But his health is failing. The news from the vet is that we're apparently looking at end-of-life care. The good news is that, with pain medication, he's getting around okay and eating specially prepared meals. The bad news is that pain medication is obviously not a cure.
geriatric. I'll try not to attribute cause and effect to my change in attitude and his health. But his health is failing. The news from the vet is that we're apparently looking at end-of-life care. The good news is that, with pain medication, he's getting around okay and eating specially prepared meals. The bad news is that pain medication is obviously not a cure.
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I've been meaning to make this comment for a few days.
Dogs are wonderful companions, but sadly, they don't live forever. This time is your *bonus* time with King. Make the most of it and treasure it. And keep in mind the 3 *A's* - Appetite, Affection, and Attitude. Listen to King. He will tell you if his pain is too great.
Thank you, Laura. I must admit I was much more appriciative of King in that "Bonus" time. Sadly, but inevitably, he died Thursday with some aid and comfort from the Vet. I'm finding life without a dog surprisingly different from life with a dog.
Oh Mary Ann, I'm so sorry. Glad he crossed gently.
Guess it must be quiet without him.
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