A little more than a week ago, I put a brave face on a sad post about Starry. After several hours at the (yes, $125/hr) animal neurologist, it was clear that my 11-ish yr old rescue was rapidly losing control of her hindquarters and after several (yes, $325) x-rays all we knew was what it wasn't: Obvious.
With enormous sadness, I made the decision not to spend thousands more on determining the problem and attempting a fix. I've only had Starlet for 30 months and know nothing about her history; was she hit by a car? Kicked around? On a grossly unhealthy diet?
Too many variables for me to make any decision other than keep her in the lifestyle she was now accustomed -- loved, and pain-free.
I then left for a week of digital media training at UC Berkeley with instructions for the housesitter re:drugs (several) and walks (none). I had no idea what kind of beagle I'd be coming home to but people were lined up left and right to step in if she needed emergency care.
I got home yesterday.
STARLET'S THRIVING!
The only real change in her regime is doubling the prednisone and cutting out the exercise. It may add weeks or maybe months, I'm not greedy, but I am enormously grateful she's no longer falling.
Make this the one billionth testimony to the beauty of elder care and meds...
Happy Days
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Why is this woman dancing? She may have heard that a most unlikely thing
happened a few days ago at The Place, as Alice calls the assisted living
facility ...
6 days ago

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