Mr. Morris had a very difficult weekend. I know. Just a pet, just a dog...yadda, yadda.
Morris has been my photo pal for 13 yrs. Hiking, mule riding, snowshoeing,...you name it we do it together.
I'm angry with the Dog Gods for not allowing such a fine animal to live longer you know? I know that is a stupid statement, but there you go.
Morris has kidney failure/disease. Right now it is being treated with fluids that are subQ'd into his back along with a kidney diet for dogs. He had a mouth infection and a bad tooth. Surgery is expensive and very risky so it won't occur. We are treating the infection and added special food.
Now he is stable and actually pretty perky. But the Vet and I had a long discussion. Dogs may do fine for a while. Weeks, months, even maybe a year. Some will crash right away and some won't. We discussed the End Game for Morris.
No heroics, no surgeries, and just a wait and see.
Morris and I started working on his bucket list yesterday.
We hiked together and sat on a bluff over looking a man made lake at his/my favorite park.
I am preparing myself for this and I am happy that I can spend a bit more time with my pal. Even GG is being super sweet to Morris.
I was asked if I'd get another dog. I never hesitated with my answer. "Yes." I doubt I could exist daily without a canine to nag me.