My old mother always said that nothing is so bad that it can't get worse. You know, she was right. Our oldest dog, who was my wife's dog, is not doing too well. My wife picked him out of a litter and he sat beside her in her chair until my wife passed away. He sure does miss her. When I come in the house, he goes to the door waiting for her.
Last night, he had a lot of trouble. First, his breathing was labbored and it sounded like he was snorting. Then he screamed and had a sisure. He fell over on his side and shook. So, the first thing this morning I called the vetinerian's office and they said bring him in for a 10:30 am appointment today. I thanked them for getting me in right away. Of course, he was his old self at the vet's. So, they had to take my word for what happened. Said they could do lots of expensive tests, but if I agreed, they would just put him on Prednisilone. I am to start out with one tabblet daily for seven days, then one half tablet a day for seven days, then a half of a tablet every other day for two weeks, then a half tablet every three days for long term maintenance.
I sure do hope it works. I only have thirty pill, so will have to get it refilled, although it says no refills. We will cross that bridge when we get to it. Now you all pet your pets and have a great day, you hear?