Just to keep you up to date on the dog situation at my house, our pet dog Max, who I think was on death row last week, has made something of a recovery.
Ever since the middle of last week, he seems more himself.
Sure, he still has cancer, is dragging his swollen back foot terribly, and he looks like an old dog.
But he is keeping in his bladder fluids and other stuff better now.
He seems peppier, with a lot more play in him, although he won't go after his ball anymore. I guess he doesn't have the pep he once had as a puppy.
And he is eating us out of house and home.
For a sick dog, this dog can eat.
No, that's not a picture of our Max, but I like it anyway.
It's kind of funny. Once my wife and I spoke about putting him down--and spoke about it right in front of him--he seems to have rejuvenated himself. It's almost as if he heard us talking, and doesn't want to go just yet.
Maybe, like an athlete, he is reaching back for one more, even though he is dead tired. Not dead, just dead tired.
I don't know how much longer I give this dog.
The winter is coming, and going in and out of the freezing weather and snow to do his thing might be too much for this mutt.
As it is, he still has trouble going up the stairs.
I told my wife that once he can't go up the stairs anymore--and I have to carry him--that will really signify the end.
But right now, he has gotten a reprieve, from somewhere.
People have been known to live with cancer for years before succumbing to their fate. Perhaps it is the same thing with our Max.
If he continues to take his medicine, and receive the love that we give him, maybe the old boy can last a lot longer than we originally thought he could.
My wife doesn't have the heart to put him down, and even though my resolve is stronger than hers, I think I don't have the heart, either.
He doesn't seem to be in pain, just in a bit of a downslide. And I think he knows it.
But for right now, Max isn't a goner.
If anything, he's a stayer.
But for how long, who knows?
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