I guess I should be thankful
Bud is going to be 14 in August.
When I brought him home at 11 months old I was not thinking of the future, I was just saving his life.
He isn't what I would call a pet. Companion, guardian, watcher, but not a pet.
His teeth have always been bad, just one of those dogs. A year or so ago we ran a round of antibiotics to kill of the infection he had. It worked but it looks like it's back. He has been getting a bit weak in his back legs, but still loves to bounce around and play.
Today I was out in the yard with him and he was visibly dragging his one leg after just a few minutes of play, and struggling to stand. So I guess his other one isn't so great either.
A few weeks ago I noticed what looks suspiciously like a small tumor on his stomach, he has had lumps in a few spots for a while.
I have thought this all through. He is eating, relieving himself, playing and happy. I am not going to do anything. If he makes it through the summer I will put him down in the fall, but there will be no vet visits, no biopsies, no treatments and no drugs. I do have Metacam for him if he needs, but that's it.
I know some of you will disagree, but I feel at this point anything I do would be for me not him. He is mostly deaf and mostly blind as well. I don't know what is wrong with his back legs, and I don't want to.
I think 14 is a grand age, and the way I see it I bought him 13 years he wasn't supposed to get. I love the big moose, he's my guy. We've spent a lot of years rubbing along together, and now I can't image what it's going to be like without that big head knocking me around.
It was kind of a sad day.