Smooch update.
So the verdict is stage 3 kidney disease, and it is fatal.
We have time yet, though. We'll do dietary management as long as we can. But because I don't know how long we have, I am having to make preparations for sooner rather than later. Because I can't afford to be caught flat-footed.
I am going to ask some questions, get a price for some things I know will be necessary, and then I am going to throw a number out there and ask y'all to help me hit it so we can be sure to have his needs covered for the next little while, including one more round of bloodwork for a re-check in six months, and, unfortunately, for the cost of euthanasia + taking care of the body. I'm working on getting figures for that. I'll know more tomorrow and should have a more complete forecast by Monday.
I knew going in I probably wouldn't have him for that long. I'm okay. It hurts, but I can do this. I can't fix him, but I can be with him til the end of the line. I just want to make sure he's taken care of.
I'm hurting just as bad for my best friend, who on the same day I heard about Smooch, learned that her Puck, my favorite dog in the world, has terminal cancer and has around a month. I can't fix him either.
We are all so fucking helpless. Life is so beautiful, I love it, but it is also completely heartless, and while I will never hesitate to make this bargain again and again, loving our pets means losing them. They are our little outboard hearts, and that makes them so precious and us so vulnerable.
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We have time yet, though. We'll do dietary management as long as we can. But because I don't know how long we have, I am having to make preparations for sooner rather than later. Because I can't afford to be caught flat-footed.
I am going to ask some questions, get a price for some things I know will be necessary, and then I am going to throw a number out there and ask y'all to help me hit it so we can be sure to have his needs covered for the next little while, including one more round of bloodwork for a re-check in six months, and, unfortunately, for the cost of euthanasia + taking care of the body. I'm working on getting figures for that. I'll know more tomorrow and should have a more complete forecast by Monday.
I knew going in I probably wouldn't have him for that long. I'm okay. It hurts, but I can do this. I can't fix him, but I can be with him til the end of the line. I just want to make sure he's taken care of.
I'm hurting just as bad for my best friend, who on the same day I heard about Smooch, learned that her Puck, my favorite dog in the world, has terminal cancer and has around a month. I can't fix him either.
We are all so fucking helpless. Life is so beautiful, I love it, but it is also completely heartless, and while I will never hesitate to make this bargain again and again, loving our pets means losing them. They are our little outboard hearts, and that makes them so precious and us so vulnerable.
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