Thank heavens Jackson ate half his dinner tonight!! He must have slipped outside or something Thurs night, bcz he was a hurting unit -- could barely put any weight on his RH leg. He already has pretty hefty arthritis and he's 14...well some of you know the drill. Figured all I could do was give him heavier pain meds & a little time to see if it helped. (So yes, I was a total emotional wreck -- not sure if this was "it"...not so much that I was anticipating the worse (at which I excel) but it just opened up the whole grief/pain/ohgawdnotagain thing.) Problem was the Torb gorked him out (he HATES being gorked), so I couldn't tell if his tail-between-the-legs/won't eat/both legs going out was hips or gorkiness. Heh after 2 doses I promised him NO MORE TORB, gave him 1/2 a tylenol/codeine & went to bed. Good news is he's "back" somewhat today. Can tell he's still not up to snuff in his hips, but he can at least bear weight & he's wagging his tail again. Plus he ate half his dinner...which was the final hurdle (well at least for today). So here's hoping. (And yes losing him will be tough, but at least he'll be going to the 2 people that meant the world to him & he'll be so happy...that helps.) (But heaven help the cats...Peter will be looking for a new playmate!)
Oops, forgot to warn you to grab kleenex, huh? LOL.
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