blah blah blah the dogs

Being part of the whole thing, that’s the blessing.

Matty is dying, I think. Christmas morning he was fine tearing into his gift, and then by the end of the next day he couldn’t walk up the back steps. There are stones in his bladder and he can barely walk at all now, and I’m not sure if medication is helping so we’re trying some other things, and surgery is painful and dangerous because of a UTI and expensive and… surgery for a dog, I mean, I’ve done it before, but I don’t think I believe in it now, even for a dog that I’ve had so long he feels like he’s part of my soul. Part of my soul is dying.

I think.

He could get better, but I don’t feel like that’s likely. There are too many problems at either end (shoulder, bladder) and its like a house of cards to put him together again, and even all the construction in the world might not work, and if it did, it wouldn’t work for very long, so… he’s on medications, and we’re seeing if they help. He’s 13, and we had hoped he’d live to 11 years old, so I feel lucky with my “out of warrantee” pup but, oh god, can’t he just live forever?

2 Comments

  1. Kizz

    7 January 2015 at 10:53 am

    I always joked about my first dog living forever just because I couldn’t talk about the fact that she’d ever be gone. She’s been gone a while now. It sucks. Making the decisions sucks. We’re lucky to have them but we pay in the end of life area. I’m so sorry you’re at this point and so glad that he has you.

  2. Kathryn

    8 January 2015 at 4:29 pm

    Oh, Matt-Matts. 🙁
    I’m sorry you’re going through this. I love both of you guys.

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