good news and bad news
I've had Rudy to the vet's a lot lately - he's gotten very lame. But I felt the vet really was dithering a lot, so I got a recommendation from a friend and went somewhere else.
So the good news is my new veterinarian has been able to name some of the things wrong with poor old Rudy.. He's not 100% sure what the main problem is, but he is 100% sure how we are going to move forward. This has made me feel good.
The bad news is that we are entering the palliative care stage for Rudy - he's in good spirits and still quite healthy other than the lameness, but there is a suspicion that what is causing it may be nerve sheath tumors, and if that is so, then that is that, really. We are going to mamange his pain a little better first, then we are going to maybe do some more x-rays to figure it out.
But really, even if it is tumors and not just osteo-related, there will be no suguries or amputations at his age, so it will still be pain managment.
He's 13.5 years old, so that's not too bad. And I am going to gete him a wagon so we can still wheel him to places he likes to go and then he can have a little walkabout there. IT's too ahrd for him to walk a lot, but he still likes to go places.
Still, that he can't live forever sucks.
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Hope he's ok.
Oh Rudy. It really should be law that dogs should live to the age of 80, happy and healthy all the way.
Have a manly pat on the back.
Hope he's ok.
They are so gracious at that age. Although I hate the idea of a dog reaching that stage of life, I can't help but feel enormously proud of the dignified way that you no doubt do and will look after Rudy. Best of wishes and luck.
Poor Rudy. And poor Peanut.
Fuck.
Oh Peenut.
poopy.