Hi everyone! Fredo’s two-year “ampuversary” has come and gone. He celebrated it by sitting in the sun as long as he could and eating food and drinking water, and that’s about it.
Poor little guy is not doing super well. He had a steroid injection shot about a month ago, which he seemed to tolerate fairly well. His breathing attacks seemed to subside, but now in the past week or so they’ve been at least daily, sometimes more. We’re going to have to start thinking seriously about how to assess his quality of life and when to make the tough decision.
I asked my husband what he thought, and he said Fredo still seems happy. We take him outside most days and he wanders around. He’s still eating and drinking normally, and he keeps up on his grooming. So, I’m not really sure what to do. Keep him comfortable with his pain meds (which he HATES.. even though it’s just in his ears and not a pill that we force down). Our vet said that sometimes if people know an illness is terminal, they’ll pick a day and plan for that to be the last day. But the thought of bringing him to the vet, knowing how much he hates even the car ride ANYWHERE, and it being his last trip… that really breaks my heart. It has been years since I’ve had to think about this. In fact, when I was 12 my dog had to be put to sleep (brain tumor), but I was on vacation and my grandma made the decision while I was gone. Any other pet death that I’ve experienced has been involuntary (we lived on a very busy county highway in Wisconsin and unfortunately lost many pets that way). I’ve never had THIS much time to wrap my head around losing a pet I love so much.
Any input on that subject is much appreciated! What would you do? Wait for a severe decline, or get a date in your head?
Here’s some pics of Fredo in his favorite sunny spots.. and his fat sister, who is currently on a diet but of course as a lady, she loses much slower than the boys. 🙂
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