My dog is dying.
Hey SG thanks for tuning in.
Full disclosure: since the above mentioned dog has to go out every three to four hours now, I haven't had a good night's sleep in two weeks. I am so tired. I have so much to do.
But Bacchus, my constant friend and companion for years and years, is dying.
To those of you who constantly read this blog (I know there are zero of you, totally cool, no judgements), you know that I normally post a "pet report" at the bottom about Bacchus the dog and Vindaloo the cat. Nobody cares but me but I care enough that when I am catching up my blog on my life leaving my dog and cat out feels like lying.
Bacchus belonged to my wife for years before she and I met. He is somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 to 16 years old.
He was playful and active for almost his whole life. Only in this past six months did he really start to slow down - tug-of-war time, his favorite game, went from being a sweaty half hour, to a solid ten minutes, and finally to a couple of pulls and then laying down and panting. It seems like those last couple of times were more for my benefit rather than his, like he was humoring me by playing my favorite game when all he really wanted to do was catch a nap.
Two weeks ago he more or less stopped eating. Day before yesterday I got him to eat two bites of cheddar cheese with bacon, and he resisted even one more tiny bit. When your dog turns down cheddar and bacon something is seriously wrong.
The vet talked about ultrasounds, possible surgery . . . but there isn't a procedure that will make an old dog like that live to be twenty. Or, it seems, even another year.
The missus and I had The Talk this weekend. She can't bear the idea of putting him to sleep, so we are just going to let him go quietly here at the house unless he starts to show signs of suffering. So far he is hanging tough, so we will just have to see what this week brings.
I had an extremely thorough freak out at the Vet's office, with a few aftershocks. Right now I am taking solstice in being strong for my wife.
But really and truly, what is more terrible than the ones you love getting older and sicker? What sucks worse than entropy? The universe is unfolding as it should, and that's cool, but my oh my it hurts.
Anyway, like I always say - love somebody? Let them know every chance you get.
Be well, SG. I love you.
ph
Taoist thought of the day: By all that I hold true, today is still a good day. Get that in your head and POP! you understand the Universe and can grow up to be truly happy.
Pet Report: Vindaloo the cat knows what is going on with Bacchus, and keeps trying to let us know. She goes to check on him several times a day. The two of them are way cooler about mortality than you or I will likely ever be.
Currently digging: Maybe later
Hey SG thanks for tuning in.
Full disclosure: since the above mentioned dog has to go out every three to four hours now, I haven't had a good night's sleep in two weeks. I am so tired. I have so much to do.
But Bacchus, my constant friend and companion for years and years, is dying.
To those of you who constantly read this blog (I know there are zero of you, totally cool, no judgements), you know that I normally post a "pet report" at the bottom about Bacchus the dog and Vindaloo the cat. Nobody cares but me but I care enough that when I am catching up my blog on my life leaving my dog and cat out feels like lying.
Bacchus belonged to my wife for years before she and I met. He is somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 to 16 years old.
He was playful and active for almost his whole life. Only in this past six months did he really start to slow down - tug-of-war time, his favorite game, went from being a sweaty half hour, to a solid ten minutes, and finally to a couple of pulls and then laying down and panting. It seems like those last couple of times were more for my benefit rather than his, like he was humoring me by playing my favorite game when all he really wanted to do was catch a nap.
Two weeks ago he more or less stopped eating. Day before yesterday I got him to eat two bites of cheddar cheese with bacon, and he resisted even one more tiny bit. When your dog turns down cheddar and bacon something is seriously wrong.
The vet talked about ultrasounds, possible surgery . . . but there isn't a procedure that will make an old dog like that live to be twenty. Or, it seems, even another year.
The missus and I had The Talk this weekend. She can't bear the idea of putting him to sleep, so we are just going to let him go quietly here at the house unless he starts to show signs of suffering. So far he is hanging tough, so we will just have to see what this week brings.
I had an extremely thorough freak out at the Vet's office, with a few aftershocks. Right now I am taking solstice in being strong for my wife.
But really and truly, what is more terrible than the ones you love getting older and sicker? What sucks worse than entropy? The universe is unfolding as it should, and that's cool, but my oh my it hurts.
Anyway, like I always say - love somebody? Let them know every chance you get.
Be well, SG. I love you.
ph
Taoist thought of the day: By all that I hold true, today is still a good day. Get that in your head and POP! you understand the Universe and can grow up to be truly happy.
Pet Report: Vindaloo the cat knows what is going on with Bacchus, and keeps trying to let us know. She goes to check on him several times a day. The two of them are way cooler about mortality than you or I will likely ever be.
Currently digging: Maybe later
grumpyemt:
Sorry to hear that about your dog. Its the hardest thing to sit and watch them decline like that.
peligro:
Sorry to read this, so sad, me and my dad had to say goodbye to some of our best friends, but is their time of life, But I still dont understand...