Feel better, Puppy.
I feel like crying. That’s how I get when Parka doesn’t feel good. And he doesn’t feel good right now. He hasn’t eaten well in the last week and in spite of checking his kidney and liver function through blood work, we haven’t yet been able to figure out why.
What to do? Until today he has kept his normal level of energy and he has at least been interested in taking his medicine if we go to McDonald’s and get him a “Big and Tasty” burger. (He also, of course, takes tomatoes if all else fails.) But we can’t go on buying him “Big and Tasty’s” indefinitely. Too much grease will only make things worse. Besides, I got halfway through giving him his medicine this morning with a “Big and Tasty” and, with three slivers of pills left to go, he walked away. We are running out of ideas (and meat products).
I had hope this morning. Parka’s cardiologist prescribed some anti-nausea medication and told us to keep giving him Pepcid AC. I had hope that in giving him these meds he would perk back up and start eating again. But it’s 5:15 in the afternoon and he has yet to eat any kibble and he doesn’t seem interested in going for a walk.
What is it? Up until today he seemed fairly normal, other than he wouldn’t eat. Now he has no energy or appetite one. Mike says he thinks the anti-nausea drug might be making him sleepy. I’ll give him that…but I need to see some improvement to light this dark cloud.
Always in the back of mind is the awareness that “this may be it”. Or “it” is around the corner. On days like today, it seems all too real, all too close. And the one question that rattles in my heart and mind almost constantly in these moments is, “What else? Am I doing all I can to give him a good life…and a good end?”
