I tell ya, having an old dog (or Elderbull as I've recently learned) comes with a whole new kind of scary reality. I hate to think this way, but I'm aware of what's coming down the pike, and I'm constantly second guessing what the right choices are to make, and it completely sucks. I've become paranoid. I'm doing too little, doing too much, not acting fast enough, overreacting, all of the above. With Bitty, at the end I was sticking her with an IV needle twice a day forcing fluids into her body to try and fix something unfixable. It was the suggested treatment - and not to slight the vet, they were just trying to help me - but she hated it and was scared and I still feel terrible about it. After that I told myself I wouldn't put my dog through anything extraneous for my own benefit.
Anyway, of course I took him in to get checked out. Luckily (!) it turned out to be a common parasite called coccidia that was the culprit. I've never been so happy to hear the word "parasite" in all my life. It's very treatable, and after a couple of pills he's already eating like a maniac again, so WHEW with a capital whew!
Even though it turned out to be something not serious, it really scared the shit out of me and reminded me that he's a fragile little man. But seriously dude, let's just be healthy for a while and enjoy the snuggles, okay?
On another note, I know it's been a ghost town around here the last few months. Everything's going great, thank you for the emails and tweets. There's been a lot going on in Pickle Town, jobs getting more jobby, life getting more lifey, and the blog had to be back-burnered a bit. You know how it goes. I'm hopeful the rainy fall will bring new inspiration, a bit of calm, and an abundance of free time. Thanks for sticking with me, all five of you (well, six if my dad still reads it to my Grandma over the phone). We'll be back on schedule soon!