Clovidog is declining with the same congestive heart failure stuff that ended it for Erns. He has slid downhill a lot over the last week or two. We're tinkering with his meds, but guessing it's a matter of days/weeks now as opposed to months/years. Anyhow, here's Mr's thoughts:
"Part of me thinks how sad I will be when Clovis goes. Another part will be glad he's not suffering any more. Another part will be thinking about the $300 a month we'll be saving."
I suppose that might sound callous. But seriously, we are spending a lot of money on meds and vet appointments. The point is not necessarily to prolong existence, but just to give him a higher % of comfort each day until he's miserable enough that there's no point continuing. Will we pay ridiculous amounts of money to accomplish this? Absolutely. It's not even something we have to discuss. But it doesn't make a miserable situation any easier.
It sucks. It's like an even ickier version of when Mum says she'd rather go to Jamaica for a holiday than drop more money on dental work. At times like these I wish I could just go back to being a kid again.
