I had made arrangements with the Princess to come to her house to pick up some clothes she was cleaning out of her closets and drawers. I knew that much of it would be small but I figured that Babybrat might enjoy having some new tops. The Princess always buys quality. She also had some size Medium and, depending on the manufacturer, a few of them might work for me or Cee. What I did not expect was the two big bags full of things. Not the really, really big bags (like the black garbage bags) but the 13 gallon size ones. Even so, they were stuffed and heavy. Thankfully, she had already given away some things or, lord knows, I might have ended up with three bags to go through.
Gunner was so cute when I got to her house. I was sitting on one of the seats at the breakfast bar when he came over and patted my leg and said, *Nana!* with a huge grin on his face. When I asked him if he wanted to sit in my lap, he shook his head *yes* and stretched his arms up so I could lift him. I put him in my lap and kept kissing his neck on one side then the other while he giggled. He stayed in my lap until the Princess sent him and Chewlee outside to play.
We talked about Baron and she told me what the vet had said to the Beast. I suspect that is the reason why he said to me later that we should face the fact that Baron might not be with us much longer. The vet told the Beast that IF Baron pulled through this illness, he probably wouldn't live much past 10 years old since Dobie's don't have long lifespans. If he were not oversized, he might live to 13. The best would be 15 years old. The vet also told the Beast if Baron didn't get better, he would probably send Baron to an Internist (I had no idea they have specialists for dogs, too! Other than an oncologist and an opthalmologist, that is).
The Princess said that she could just see $$$ adding up in big bills and she didn't think the Beast would spend it. As much as he loves Baron, or so he claims, he doesn't like spending big dollars for health care for a dog. Unfortunately, I know that's true and it's sad but our SS is limited and the Beast likes to spend money on himself or scads of small appliances. Let's not count the chickens or other *hobbies* he's adopted over the years that last just a minute or so. Except for his photography because he is excellent in that.
I did get on his case about not getting more pain pills for Baron from the vet. I told him that it was animal cruelty to KNOW that he is in severe pain and NOT give him pain pills to ease his suffering. And you know he is suffering because of the way he walks (slowly and carefully) plus the fact that he stays on his feet 99% of the time and only lays down when he is so totally exhausted that I believe he passes out.
Baron isn't even drinking water for the past two days. It's like his body is shutting down and he's getting ready to die on us. It makes me so sad. It's sad when I spent several hours today with his head in my lap, petting him. That's all he wanted. That simple comfort and it made me cry. He's just skin and bones right now. He still won't eat and, with not drinking water, I do NOT take that as a good sign at all.
I'm going to close this for now. More about the clothes tomorrow. It's not all that important in the scheme of things. Love you all. Be kind. Be happy. Have a wonderful week. Laugh out loud and often. ***Hugs***
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