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I feel really sad right now.
Clifford was in a lot of pain when I got in from work today, so I gave him a dose of his new pain pills (Tramadol) before I took him to his swimming lesson. He was restless in the car, which he always is when he hurts, but when I arrived he simply wouldn't get out. In fact, he wouldn't stand up all the way. He'd lever himself up on his front legs and never get the back off the floor of the car. I took him back home without his lesson...had to buy a MacDonald's cheeseburger to lure him out of the car upon arrival.
I fed the dogs when we got in. Took me quite a while to get Clifford up again and into the kitchen to eat. He ate lying down. Got about halfway through my own dinner when my mother alerted me that Clifford had just had an explosive bowel movement on the living room rug. (We have hardwood floors...why on the rug?!?) Sure enough...it was soft and covered a large expanse of rug. And dog. And soon it was on the kitchen floor, too, because I had to quarantine him there while I cleaned up. I had to give him a bath in the backyard, using cold hose water.
My father arrived just in time for all of this, which was very unfortunate, as he is not happy to be living with Clifford to begin with. It was extremely stressful.
I am worried about his extreme weakness today, as well as the digestive trouble, of course. The poo accident could be as a result of the new pain meds...but without the meds he's, well, in pain. More of a concern is the fact that he couldn't/wouldn't get out of the car or come into the kitchen to eat. Both of those are new lows for him. I will have to see how he does this weekend, but I had a terrible feeling today that the end is very near for Clifford. I feel very sad.
Clifford was in a lot of pain when I got in from work today, so I gave him a dose of his new pain pills (Tramadol) before I took him to his swimming lesson. He was restless in the car, which he always is when he hurts, but when I arrived he simply wouldn't get out. In fact, he wouldn't stand up all the way. He'd lever himself up on his front legs and never get the back off the floor of the car. I took him back home without his lesson...had to buy a MacDonald's cheeseburger to lure him out of the car upon arrival.
I fed the dogs when we got in. Took me quite a while to get Clifford up again and into the kitchen to eat. He ate lying down. Got about halfway through my own dinner when my mother alerted me that Clifford had just had an explosive bowel movement on the living room rug. (We have hardwood floors...why on the rug?!?) Sure enough...it was soft and covered a large expanse of rug. And dog. And soon it was on the kitchen floor, too, because I had to quarantine him there while I cleaned up. I had to give him a bath in the backyard, using cold hose water.
My father arrived just in time for all of this, which was very unfortunate, as he is not happy to be living with Clifford to begin with. It was extremely stressful.
I am worried about his extreme weakness today, as well as the digestive trouble, of course. The poo accident could be as a result of the new pain meds...but without the meds he's, well, in pain. More of a concern is the fact that he couldn't/wouldn't get out of the car or come into the kitchen to eat. Both of those are new lows for him. I will have to see how he does this weekend, but I had a terrible feeling today that the end is very near for Clifford. I feel very sad.
I wish I had some advice, but I don't. Instead, I'll just say my thoughts are with you.
