I'm in love with this furball. He continues to have medical issue after medical issue and every time another thing comes up, I become a greater mess of nerves and emotions. Trying to maintain optimism has become very, very difficult. It's no ones fault that he's sick, but having made treatment decisions on his behalf, I can't help but feel pangs of guilt and remorse. We're walking a fine line between treating the disease and slow killing him with Predinose. It's the only drug that has kept his IMPA at a managable level, but now he's developed disgusting, open sores on his back. We're doing what we can to keep it from getting worse and are discussing a more agressive plan for getting him off the Pred, but he will inevitably lose some fur in those highly visible areas. He doesn't act sick at all, but now I have to look at (and smell) this physical reminder of his illness.
The vets commend us for being so patient and proactive, but our efforts have yet to produce any lasting results. We've thrown thousands of dollars at treatments because we believe this little guy is worth it. My heart breaks over his well-being. As hard as the doctors try, their kind sympathy and direction provides very little comfort anymore. Thankfully, daddy-Steve has maintained a clear head and hopeful spirit, all while preventing me from voyaging into the depths of despair. He's amazing.
In the meantime, there are things that we (that's you and me) can do:
YOU: if you have a dog or know a dog, please give him/her some extra special attention today. Right now, if possible. Hugs, belly rubs, play time, treats, whatever. It'll make the world a better place, I'm sure of it.
ME: I'm going to find some cute shirts for Miles to wear to protect his smelly sores (the vet said it's ok). Trouble is, Pugs have such large necks that it's difficult to find shirts that fit properly. If you know of any good shops for that sort of thing, let me know.
Now that I've shared our pitiful sob story, I suppose it would be a good time to ask you to vote for us again. That's right, I'm totally playing the 'IMPA-with-a-side-of-smelly-sores' card. As if you could possibly resist.