We made another appointment to make awful decisions for Finn on Monday and I just couldn't do it when we got there. That morning he was up and alert. Then we went to the appointment and he flopped into the most pathetically weak puppy. Our vet was suggesting it was time. I of course was a mess. Said I agreed. We discussed further tests to see if there were underlying issues. I said we didn't want to do that and I was certain it was hydrocephalus issues. I told her I was quite involved in support groups and the only thing to try is diuretics or steroids and that they don't really work typically. She went and did a quick search and came back saying she would dose both for one week. We made an appointment for his euthanasia next Monday.
He has had 3 doses and this morning we got up to a much improved pupper. He is up, alert, eating and has been walking around for 6 hours now.
Bit of a miracle.
He is down from 7lbs to 5. Which is alarming and so hard to see. We have no clue what direction things will really go. Early moments here.
I'm a disaster trying to keep my pup alive and deal with my own health issues and Luk is home sick again, Kai is back to school, we're busy in general with the house and projects and the eternal appointments AND we still have the issue of Onyx stuck in limp mode.
A close friend reminded me in a phone call about how overwhelmed I am that Onyx is just a car, a thing and can be replaced. Gasp! What?! She is my friend, protector, my escape, my joy, freedom and frankly a large part of my identity. I'd argue, not easily replaced. I do realize in all practical ways that she is actually replaceable.
So she has been in limp mode since the 27th. The 4x4 shifter was seized and repaired but the software issue continues. She needs a dealership. Arg. We were soooo reluctant to go there for many reasons. However, I wanted to go today and I had to make Eric promise to stay in the car or not talk at all. He agreed and he mostly stayed quiet ;)
We muddled through. The mechanic we talked to has heard of our issue. Had already spoken to our mechanic and felt certain he could fix her. So, we limped her to Duncan Dodge. We are out of Eric's comfort range. However....when we arrived, the staff came to see her, lots of chatter about her eyes and her scales. They would like to buy her or get us set up in a trade.
Eric has spent two days online looking for a JK for me, like Oscar but with more creature comforts. He found a beautiful white and black one that I didn't hate. I've already named him Falcor. Haha. Kidding, but not totally.
Eric also thinks I might do well with a Gladiator and they have one here that we stopped to look at a while ago but the price was stupid high. $95. Today I told the sales guy I liked it. He got his manager who said they need to sell it, it's a 2025 and has 15,000 kms on it, he brought it up and the price is actually down to $74. We test drove a new white one. It was nice but it's easy to walk away from. The other is an Onyx twin.
So, we are back home. Waiting to hear if Onyx can be saved, sold or traded. While I listen to Luk's continuous cough that sounds like a barking seal and Finn's toes on the floor as he wanders all over playing the kibble game with Coco.
