Have you ever noticed on television or in the movies whenever someone comes home they greet their pet and don't take them outside? They sort their mail or sit down on the couch or go about their business. Real pet owners know better. The first thing you do is take out the dog, unless you want a mess. Or already have a mess to clean up.
These days, when I come home in the morning, and wake up at night, and pretty much anytime in between, my life revolves around Bug. Since his "stroke", he's been getting better, but things keeping popping up. He's having a hard time with drainage in his ear which I think makes him restless. Apparently, he has a bunch of yeast in there from what I learned at our most recent visit to the vet. He has another swollen lump between his toes, which bleeds and makes it even harder for him to walk. He's peeing all of the time. His eyes and his nose gunk up a lot. He's also draining my bank account.
I'm not going to act like this isn't affecting Pmo and me. I'm not going to act like we're perfect dog parents and are totatlly understanding, sympathetic and giving unconditional love to Bug in his time of need. We do love him and try to do what we can but it's frustrating. It's tiring. It's aggravating. Especially when you can't figure out what's wrong with him and you can't make him happy no matter what you do, no matter what need of his you think you're fulfilling. He's on eight different medications now, including his insulin which just got upped again. And his diet is all out of whack because he's being picky about what he will eat.
Two and a half weeks ago, we thought Bug was a goner and were devastated. Now I think we're wondering how long we can keep this up. The vets keep talking about quality of life and "you'll know when it's time". I don't want to put him down because he's a burden. But I don't want him to suffer either. Of course, I'd rather him pass away naturally. Only time will tell I guess. In the meantime, we try to pay Jack some attention, too, and see where this path takes us.
