We made it...

I can now confess that my only goal over the last couple of weeks was simply to keep Dash alive till Kathleen got home. The impending dread has passed as the boy is doing remarkably well but it was tough there particularly the first week when I didn't have his medication worked out, he wasn't eating, he wet himself at night and I was pretty much a wreck myself.

Dash and I are both doing much better. I weighed him today at Happy Hound and he's up to a blissful 145lbs a full 7lbs more than he was at his worse and up 3lbs from last week alone. Folks at HH commented that he seems much happier as did Don yesterday after his walkies... I still panic inside when he shuns his food or fusses over his medication but it's good for me to remember that the boy is still sick and that I'll ultimately have to deal with his demise and that it will really suck.

For now, we're good. It's river bound again this weekend. He's in great spirits and is nothing but fun to be with. One day at a time, huh, puppy?

Dash relaxes out back.... it's hard being a puppy.... note the ditch on his left... an escape attempt?

Dash continues to relax... after his last break.... perhaps conserving his strength for an upcoming nap