More Pet Woes

So, Mr. Grizz was having a bad day yesterday, and I was pretty convinced in the morning that it might be his last. He just didn't want to eat, and he had barely eaten at all the day before so I was crying all morning at work (I'm at a vet clinic now, I don't think I've mentioned that yet) and the doc who's been seeing him (whom I affectionately refer to as ER Dad) told me to bring him in, so we could go over options and see if there wasn't a way to help him.

I was worried it would be time to say goodbye, but we're going to try to hang in there a little longer. His heart is good (which is honestly the thing I expected him to have troubles with given he's a pom) so we're going to increase his subcutaneous fluid intake, and we put him on an antiemetic in hopes he'd eat better. He ate okay today, but I had to literally feed him out of the palm of my hand.

I don't know if I'm being selfish and trying to make him hang on longer than he wants to, or if it would be more cruel if I elected to make a life ending decision before it's time, but I feel like either way I'll be living with the guilt for a really long time.

But he's not my only worrisome puppy...

Naughty little Sawyer got into the trash today and ate last night's chicken, bones and all. So I took her in to induce vomiting. 

These damn dogs are going to put me in the poor house.