Thursday, December 2, 2010
What's this? A dog that I thought was at death's door a few short weeks ago is happy, playing with his toys, and aggravating his pal, Bogey. He even got a new haircut that did not result in any major negative after-effects.
I don't know if it's the regime he's on now (his regular homemade chicken, rice, and carrot diet; 400 IU of vitamin E daily, a large tablespoon of low fat cottage cheese daily, a daily teaspoon of high protein low fat yogurt, one quarter tablet of Metoclopramide before each meal, and one 225 mg tablet of Denosyl one hour before his evening meal), or sheer will to live, but he sure seems to be perkier and feeling fine. Better yet, he's maintained this improvement over several weeks.
Not to say that he doesn't have times when it's apparent he's not up to par, but then again, so do I.
I'm not foolish enough to believe he's cured, and I know that at some point his impaired liver function will catch up with him. But until then, I'm grateful for each extra joyful day my little old guy gets.
And isn't that all any of us can ask for in life?