Well that was one heck of an emotional roller coaster weekend. Gus started vomiting Friday night. And what started off as a "whew, good thing that happened on Friday, we get to rest up after that night" turned into a full blown storm of a weekend.
Gus was hospitalized for a 24 to 48 hour hold Saturday afternoon. We got him back Sunday night. Monday morning I had to tear myself away from this...
...to go to work.
Gus is 17 and I don't know how many more trips to the ER, Gus and I will make. I have watched him make a slow decline. It is tough sitting on the sidelines, cheering him on, to take hit after hit. He is one heck of a tough guy but even tough guys ultimately throw in the towel.
I cried my eyes out this weekend thinking every minute that I might have to make the decision. And hating the fact that I would have to make it in a place where neither one of us had any happy memories.
The relief on Sunday, that we would most likely not have to make that decision on that day was immeasurable. Today I decided that I need to talk to my vet about when to make that decision. Like any other test of strength I need to start training for it.
Gus would like to show off his latest battle scar...they shaved his leg for the IV.
Yeah, I am one tough mother lover. (But Dad is really my favorite.)