I took Lucy with me Sunday for a ride. We went to pick up some Chinese food and some McMaggots aka McNuggets at MD's. She's been in pretty good spirits. I still have a time getting her meds down her. She's onto me. She is eating a bit everyday and keeping it down but I can tell she's getting weaker. We haven't been back to the vet. When I picked her up at the vet on the 17th I thought that she wouldn't last a week. Her mood seems to improve as the day progresses. I'm just taking it one day at a time.
I have always hated it when actors leave a role on a successful show or voice their boredom with the role. Well, if I'm into the show that is. And I was into The Walton's when I was a kid. I had a bit of a crush on John Boy. I suppose I took some satisfaction in the fact that neither actor found such prominent work after they left the show.
Most of you know by now that my sweet Lucy was diagnosed with liver cancer and pancreatitis last week. I had had trouble getting her to eat for a few days and then the vomiting started. After a few days at the vet, I got to bring her home Saturday. It's been a chore to get her to eat and to take her pills. I think I'm clever and grind the huge pills to mix with her food but it seems she knows that it's doctored. Or more often is the case, Sable will snatch it off the spoon before it gets to Lucy's mouth. I'm miserable and heartbroken as you can imagine. But Lucy seems in somewhat good spirits(better than when I took her to the vet) and she had a good barking session when I had a late Fed Ex delivery yesterday. She's always been such a good guard dog. I opted not to have surgery for Lucy. Yes, some of my decision was based on money but more so on her age and the recovery rate. To be honest, all I could think about was when my Mother came to Houston for open heart surgery in 1998 and died of pneumonia. My Father still had a $160,000 bill to pay. For some reason, I think there should be a guarantee before you pay.
But there are no guarantees in life so keep Lucy in your thoughts and prayers and that she will not suffer and that I will make good decisions on her behalf.
It's hard to be in our heat and humidity. It doesn't bother some like it does me though. If I feel I might need a jacket it's always on my arm. Oh yeah, and that's me with a handful of paper towels to wipe my brow from the parking garage to the office.