Max isn’t doing so well

I called on my way home from work yesterday, and Joe was home cleaning up dog poo poo.  Apparently Max had an accident in our son’s bedroom, and it was a big mess!  Now, in Max’s defense, we were getting our porch worked on yesterday morning, and I was unable to let the dogs out to do their business.  He’d already been out once, so I didn’t take him out before I left for work; I did take Buddy out, so I know he wasn’t the culprit.

Max was diagnosed with liver cancer a few months ago, and the vet made it sound like he had only a few weeks to a month to live.  He’s done fantastic — I think in large part to the canned food we’re spoiling him with!  But, looking at him now, he’s very skinny, is having trouble getting up and down, and may be losing control of his bowels.  The vet said we’d know when it is time.  He’s still going up and down the stairs.  He’s still eating.  He’s still barking at us.  And he’s still actively ignoring Buddy.  So I don’t think it’s time yet.  But I think it’s closer than we think.

We’re holding off on Buddy’s surgery until 1) Max passes away 2) Buddy and I finish obedience school and 3) The family gets adjusted to my new job schedule.  (I started yesterday.)

I know, those are a lot of conditions.  So we may need to adjust our plans.  For now, Buddy is not limping, does not seem to be in a lot of pain (and we have pain meds if he is), and his foot isn’t infected.  So, we wait.  A bit longer . . .