I took my dog Shelby who is a fifteen year old lab to the vet today expecting the worst. The news isn’t good she has cancer and may only life for a few more months before her quality of life is to bad to go on. In the meantime she is on antibiotics for the infection and pain medication to make her life more comfortable. I feel sad that she is at the end of her life, and now and then a tear flows down my cheek as she has been a wonderful companion; quiet, loving, patient, loyal, and a happy dog enjoying life where ever she has gone. I will miss her when she passes on. At moments like this I feel more like a child than an older adult. I don’t want to lose my pal, my friend, my fur buddy, I want to keep her well and with me forever, of course that can’t be, but parting is not sweet sorrow it hurts.
I got my heart stress test results and the shows no difference from the previous test I took about eighteen months ago. So what ever my symptoms are they aren’t involving the heart so says my cardiologist. So now I go back to the general practitioner and see what he comes up with and what to do about it, or maybe it is all in my head and I am just another old crazy person. As long as I am here to bitch about it I guess I shouldn’t complain to much EH?