On the subject of critters, and bad decisionmaking. I am probably getting a hospice case here this week.
They named him Ike, since Sherman was named after a General, we’re considering this guy to be named in honor of Eisenhower. He’s got Wobbler’s. I actually diagnosed him and the shelter vet took the X-rays and confirmed. He was flat when he came in and they brought him back. He gets around ok and with some proper care he could go for a couple of months, maybe a year at best. He’s only 4ish, but he deserves better than dying in a shelter. Wobbler’s dogs can’t navigate on slick flooring. They have a hard time with hardwood floors, linoleum, tile. I have slate. I’m one of the few places he can get around that isn’t a shelter. So unless their volunteer who really liked him but only wanted to foster for a short time takes him, he’ll come here until his time. Only those who know me in RT know or remember Cody. He was a trainwreck of a greyhound who spent his last seven months here. He belonged to a friend of mine who couldn’t take him where they were going. And of course Toby, the gypsy Doberman who spent 19 months here until the cancer got her.
There’s certainly enough reward to be worth the risk to me. I know he’s not going to go too long, my job is to make him as comfortable as possible for as long as I can. And if he ends up here I will.
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