Let's continue where we left off...
I'll tell you right away; this type of news is utterly heartbreaking to hear. My dog, my Pru, my best friend of nine wonderful years, has six months, maybe a year, left to live. That is a the projected life span of this awful disease.
At this point, memories flash back before my eyes. The barking, the playing, the endless runs and walks we would take. The unconditional love and gratitude. It's all those little things that, under normal circumstances, you don't know how to appreciate because you simply perceive them as normal.
Somehow, this heavy reality we found ourselves in was easiest on Prue. She didn't know what was happening, and her life hadn't changed that much. But dogs feel things, and she probably didn't understand why we were suddenly all so down around her, enveloped in sadness and collective grief.
But as there is nothing to gain from mourning our very much alive family member, we decided to stand up and fight. Proceeding with the prescribed corticosteroid therapy, we would also inject large daily doses of Apipet, our lesser-known product.
The hardest part of having a dog is saying goodbye, so every day with her was a blessing. We celebrated each month as a birthday in the hopes of beating that dreaded one-year diagnosis.