Sorry I've been on hiatus from blogging folks. My mommy told me many of you were looking forward to reading my stuff, so I apologize for the long absence. I've had a lot going on, much of which I'll be getting into over my next few blog posts, but first and foremost, I have to tell you all the great news. I'm not dying!!! I went to the vet yesterday and I got a new leash on life.
For the past few weeks, I've been having a lot of of trouble getting around. I've been falling a lot, walking around like I am drunk, and turning around has been nearly impossible. If I get myself backed into a corner, I find the best way to get out is to sit down, walk my front legs around to the direction I need to head in, and then I drag my back legs up and head on my merry way. It's been pretty hard for my mommy to watch, and she's been concerned that I might be in pain, or on my last legs (no pun intended). When mom's friends come over and see how I'm acting, they get really sad, or say "poor dog." There's been talk about maybe getting me a wheelie cart for my back legs, or even worse, putting me to sleep.
Well, thank god my mommy got an expert's opinion, because it winds up I'm not even close to knockin' on heaven's door, or at least not as close as mom feared I was. Apparently I wasn't taking a strong enough dose of my Rimadyl and so it was barely even helping me. The vet more than doubled my dose.
According to the vet, there's pressure on my spine, either from a tumor, a cyst or a bulged disc, which is stopping the communication between my head and my back legs. The vet said it's like walking around without being able to feel your feet or know where they are. It's just something that happens with old age, and it simply means I need a little more time to get around. But the good news is, he reassured mom I'm not in pain.
The best news is, the vet told my mom there are three indicators of when a dog is getting ready to die or be put to sleep; appearance, activity and appetite. My mommy told him that my appetite is the same as it's always been. Although it's a bit more difficult for me to move around, that doesn't stop me from pacing the floors constantly or walking in the park or around the block. As for appearance, well, I'm as gorgeous as ever. Besides some tartar build-up on my teeth, the vet said I'm in excellent shape for my age and he thinks I have a good amount more time on the earth. So, look forward to more blogs in the future. Until my back legs give out entirely, or something else changes, I'm not going anywhere. (Mom, please get more treats for me because this calls for a celebration.)
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