It's been an exhausting 24 hours, but we're fully advised of Cuddy's health issues. After blood work, x-rays and ultrasound, his daddy opted for a medicinal treatment. Cuddy is almost 16 years old, and surgery would be too much for him. He is on a total of 6 prescribed medications, his dog food has been changed to low-fat, and his daily food is decreased to no more than 1-1/2 cups per day. Milk bones are okay, as are the tiny treats for joints. No other treats or food allowed. The mass they discovered could/will eventually affect his food digestion.
This morning I organized the pills. Gave him his morning doses which were concealed in tiny balls of canned dog food from the vet. Being his food amount is decreased, he was hungry and gobbled up the meat balls. So, he's now officially in treatment. I am to notify the vet if he gets tummy upsets, that sort of thing, and they can adjust doses. There is no crystal ball, and we take a day at a time. We are showering him with love.
This morning he came out on the deck with me to dead head and give my petunias a drink of onion tea. There is a blessing tucked inside of all this. If he hadn't been scheduled for the dental work (which he didn't have done), this mass would not have been discovered.
When we left the vet, we took him for a drive so his little nose could enjoy the open-window breeze. The vet technicians are made of solid gold, and I think Cuddy was pampered yesterday. He's been going to this clinic his whole life, and his gentle demeanor is quite well known. Guess during his xrays and ultra sound (which necessitated shaving an area of his tummy) they didn't have to give him any sedation. That's Cuddy. When it comes to love, well, he gets it in great volume. There isn't any one, human or animal, that would ask for more. In that, I take my consolation.
It's another hazy day. The Canadian wildfires are affecting parts of the U.S. New York has been under dangerous air alerts for the last few weeks. This presents problems for those with respiratory and heart conditions.
Well, I've got things to do here. I appreciate the concern about the precious fuzzy one. My mind is focusing only on the immense gift given to us the day Cuddy came into our lives. Nothing and no one lasts forever. It's a fact that's certain, yet terribly difficult to deal with. Think of the time wasted when love isn't shown. There are some poor little creatures who live their whole lives without ever knowing what love is. That is a sorrow. Cuddy was given the opposite in his life. He was given love and care that makes his cup run over. That's a beautiful thought, and perhaps that's the thought that will ease the pain in my heart.
Let's all truly appreciate one another. Like I said, nothing lasts forever. Regret must be an awful emotion to endure.
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