Schultz is just sleeping, is very out of it, and refuses to drink which worries me a bit, but we'll give him some time. So relieved his is home with us. I couldn't face losing two of my pups in one year.
Another atypical serious post (most are not like this, but this one is important).
So tomorrow morning we take our boy to have surgery on his back end.
|Looking a little tipsy in this photo|
I had to put down my beloved Scooby Doo in January of this year, and it nearly killed me. I know that sounds absurd - she was a dog, but she had been my best friend and unfailing companion for 13 years.
With Schultz, I feel so bad for all that he's been through, and I just want him to be healthy and happy and know he is loved. Can animals know love? Probably not. They don't even recognize time.
But I'd like to think he know tenderness and compassion - or at least the opposite of abuse, neglect and starvation - in this household.
|"Shit... I'm going where tomorrow? For what exactly?"|
I wish I could explain it is to make him better.
|"Nawww, just playin' Mom, I play you like a fiddle. So easy to get you wound up." *snickers to himself*|
|Guarding us against small children and the elderly. Good Boy!|
I'll update tomorrow to hopefully (surely, right?) say that all is well, they could remove things, it isn't cancer and that his heart was just fine for his age under anesthetic.
I have to go out of town for my own doctor's appointment after we take him in, so I will be a nervous wreck until we are all home together.
Please think positive thoughts for our boy, and cheer Dr. H. and Dr. R. on in your minds!
We love you, big guy.
Mom & Dad aka BF
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