Well it dropped… kind of hard.
Teulu the Wonder dog has become ill.
Despite a lot of well meaning reassurance from my friends who are not veterinarians, I know that he is in the process of dying.
It has been a decade of interesting experiences for him, he has always been cared for, and really never had a want for anything. He knew he was loved.
I agonized over the entire situation, and spent some time in denial of what the Vet was telling me. The change seemed to come suddenly, when I was expecting to see gradual changes. On work days this week, when I came home he seemed somewhat improved…but watching him all day Saturday made me see how he really is not improving, and honestly, is not feeling that great either. He is very quiet, very still, eating and drinking only a little here and there, and not able to chew well (the chewing muscles are affected by his condition). He will still walk a bit with me, but only if I want to walk. Otherwise, no interest..this from a dog who 2 weeks ago woke me insisting on a walk at 2 in the morning…
I could go all out, get an MRI, put him through Chemotherapy…but that seems actually quite cruel. Part of the responsibility of owning an animal is seeing that they are not suffering even at the end, when we are suffering the loss. I’d much rather lose him than think I let him live without Joy…so that I could stay in a comfortable place.