As the holidays come to a close, we’re all faced with the
dreaded annual task of putting it all away.
All the lights and trimmings, and finding a new home for heart felt
gifts. It leaves me a bit sad and more
than a bit tired.
Coupled with this, Woody is sick. Really sick.
For two weeks, we’ve watched and monitored his descent into his newly diagnosed
illness. His back legs are going numb
and his left eye is receding. He’s losing
energy and vitality daily. It’s called
degenerative myelopathy and it’s going to kill him…..and me.
It’s all very vague and so frustrating. You know, if they could only talk. Dr. Lannon, our vet, has been very concerned, kind and on top of
this. She sent us home with 3 different
meds and has called our home numerous times to check on Woody’s condition. As reported, he’s had some really good days
and a few pretty bad ones. We're hoping for many more good ones.
What does one do? Dr.
Lannon has suggested a specialist at NC State’s veterinary school. I don’t know.
He’s a great dog….best dog we’ve ever had. He’s been our friend and companion for a mere
8 years, and we're not ready to say good-bye.
He keeps me company and makes my day.
I love him. We all do.
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