Melvin continues to challenge the medical community. His allergies are flaring up a bit right now and to be honest, I’m not even sure why. My guess is he has developed an allergy to something he was fine with just a few months ago. Why universe, why?
Also, his back arthritis is taking him some getting used to. He’s on pain medication, laser therapy, and he takes joint supplements but the fact remains he can’t always pull jumps off. This is the phase in his life when he doesn’t realize his body has limitations so he attempts things and it doesn’t work out and he ends up wiping out. Not fun for him to go through, terrible to watch. I help him up and hope he remembers next time. In the same way a puppy learns what he can and can’t do, and older dog realizes that laying on the rug is sometimes easier than hoping up on the bed. And that my dear readers, is the exact moment you join them on the floor.
His liver values continue to stink. We aren’t talking a hundred or two hundred over, we are in the thousands off count (we like to overachieve!). A popular theory is that he may have Cushing’s. The problem is, it’s incredibly hard to test him for it and perhaps even more difficult to treat him. My guy has been on prednisone his whole life. Long before I got him and everyday since he came to me at age three (he is now nine). He has been at the internist or at the normal vet on days when we have withheld morning food/pills and by noon, he is gnawing his body. The prednisone was a life decsion. It was part of the master plan: we choose joy over time. If there was something that could take the place of the pred, we would make that move in a heartbeat. But as of yet, nothing works like it. And seeing him chew his body to relive the intense itching…no. No.
Sometimes, post seizure or after a bad liver update, we don’t get the answers we’d like. We often get no answers at all. Sometimes we all just agree to watch him, look into alternatives, pray for a change in direction. I don’t love that part, it used to weigh on me a lot more than it does now. Now I just head home with Melvin and give him ice cream or something else he shouldn’t have but that makes him so happy that it’s worth it.
While I am not happy about the things that haunt him, I refuse to be sad. He doesn’t know he’s a hot mess and I find so much humor in that. He’s loving, and exuberant and constantly hungry. He continues to drool water farther than any dog I have ever seen. He’s Melvin, and this is part of what I got when I rescued him. It’s a package deal.
Always seek the joy.