So sorry for your loss. And that's what Im trying to do with mine. His appetite - IDK - last week it was bad, had to feed him by hand - then for about 3-4 days he ate really well, and then today - he's hardly ate and doesn't drink much. Or as much as he should. Is that because of the growth? Is it something else? IDK.
I know it might be a bit early, but I can't shake the feeling that he's suffering. Its not as obvious as it might be in a few months but - I don't know -
So far I've got a list of 14 walks (4 down) I want to go for, bought him a new bone - got him a couple new toys, might even wrap them as he used to love unwrapping presents, got him some puppy cream, a breakfast donut, a roast beef Slider from Arby's , a plain hamburger and some chicken - he's gonna get a little turkey and a little salmon. And then some bacon and steak on one of his last days.
I just, I don't transfuse him as often as I should anymore because he doesn't seem to respond positively as much - but he's been transfusedd 2-3 times a week for years, insulin, special diabetes dog food, raglan, I give cerenia fairly regularly through the vet to help his stomach as he has had a problem with nausuea in the past - and occasionally pain pills. Tried some eye drops back when he first had a cataract that was supposed to help slow its growth. Not that he even worked at helping me get the drops in LOL.
Some other stuff I've fallen behind on just dealing with things from mom's illness and trying to make ends meet and trying to prioritize things but - Overall I feel like ... IDK. I'm not trying to make myself the world's greatest pet parent or show off, just... that even though he's happy... I'm extending his life already. And I worry, if I'm selfish... what does his life look like if I keep trying to extend it further, as it seems the problems are only rising.
I want him with me. But I want him happy.
I"M NOT THAT. Probably an average pet parent at best.
But I just wanted everyone to know Im not trying to get rid of my dog. I would never... when I was homeless, years ago, I had a relative offer me a place to stay, but that I was going to have to get rid of my dog. I stayed homeless. I would never get rid of him.
Because while I like to believe that there's something after life, I don't know that I'm a good enough person to deserve it. I know I"m not as good of a person as Shiloh is a dog. And I know for dang sure I'm not as good of a person as mom was.