...but can't say that I having been busy. Mostly busy just being grateful that our boy's still with us, having fun and making us laugh. He seems to be back to better than ever, with more energy than I can remember him having for awhile. The vet seems to feel that he was tolerating his illness well, and that why we never noticed until it was ...well, you know, almost too late. (Hate to even think of it, even now.)
Our boy just charmed the socks off of the staff at the pet hospital and I can't get over how they fawn over him on his checkups. It seems that he gets more attention than the other animals. Hope the other pups aren't jealous!
Right now, his levels are back to an acceptable range and his care has been transferred back to his primary vet, so we are cautiously hopeful.
As for his personality, well, it's still intact. He seems to know that he won't get scolded for being a "bad doggy" so he's acting up a little, sneaking unattended food and not listening to us when he'd rather not. I'll take it, I'll take it all. You cannot believe how devastating it is for a vet to tell you that it's "time to make the decision," unless you have been there. I mean, I know we will outlive him (statisically, it's probable; I don't have any guarantee) but I was not ready. I have come to better grips with it now, but not that day, not that week.
Good Boy, Gonzo. Where's your elephant? Let's play.
Thank God, there's more to come, so come back if you're interested