Just to update all of you. I had laid on the floor earlier last night hugging Alexander and crying my eyes out. I had made my final decision and was sick thinking about it.
To give you a quick rundown. As Gammie knows, I almost lost Alexander in May due to a heart attach from bronchial allergies. The vet put him on a prescription and Benedryl. It took a few months and I never thought he would get better but, with time and meds, it became managable.
About 2 weeks ago, he hurt his leg and could barely walk. It wasn’t broken but, was obvious he was in some God awful pain. The vet put him on beffered aspirin and CosaminDS. I have been sleeping downstairs on the couch as I have very steep steps going up to the bedroom and it was impossible for him to get up them. Although, when he first hurt his leg, he did try. I thought the old boy was going to have another heart attach trying to get up to me. So, I have been sleeping on the couch. The past few days, he has been so pitiful barely making it down the back steps to to potty. Saturday, he was dragging his back legs around. Made me sick to see him like that. I kept hoping he would get better but he just seemed to get worse. That is when I knew I had a decision to make and started this post.
Well as I said in the beginning, last night, I had made my decision. Fell asleep crying next to him on the floor. I woke up about an hour ago and couldn’t find Alexander! I was frantic running around looking in every room. He’s not a small fry at 85lbs so, he can’t really hide. I couldn’t figure out where the heck he was. I sat on the couch and started crying, again. (Yes I am very emotional as well as very sleep deprived) I heard a strange noise upstairs. Low and behold, it was Alexander snoring away in bed! Upstairs! I grabbed him and hugged on him like crazy. Of course now that he was awake, he had to pee.lol He tried but could not get down the stairs so 100lb Mom picked him up and carried him down. Majorly hurt my back lifting almost my own weight but, it was worth it. He went out, did his thing and is now sleeping on his blanket in the livingroom.
How many times will this boy defy death? I adopted him back in 2002 when he was 6 years old and on “death row”. He has been with me thorugh the worst times of my life. I’m still shaking my head on how the hell he got upstairs. He is truely amazing. Truely, Alexander~The Great!
I thank all of you for your offers to help but…happy to say, I don’t think Alexander is ready to go yet. Unfortunately, I feel guilty having made “the decision”. So glad he changed my mind:)