We have what I thought would be a routine vet appointment for Sunday afternoon, but Murphy woke up vomiting this morning. It may be an isolated thing, or I may have to move that appointment to late afternoon today or tomorrow. It's so hard to know what to do with him; he's obviously not okay, but he's on his feet and pestering for breakfast - which he then refused to eat.
I'm also dealing with what I think of as the Daily Shitsplosion - he is never ready to poop when i walk him before work, so I come home to a mess on the floor. It's usually a mess of spectacular proportions, like, how did all that possibly come out of such a small dog? (I am not gross enough to post pictures, but seriously, it's a half pound of poop blasting out of a five pound dog.) After it's over he of course feels fine and is ready for dinner. His appetite has been good, and he'd started putting on a bit of weight, but this morning he feels like a pointy little bag of bones again, and that, combined with vomiting, brought alarming visions of dehydration.
So, I went to work, then called the vet's office and left early to take him in late today. Of course, by the time I got home to take him to the vet he was greatly improved and bright-eyed and energetic. We saw one of his old friends on the staff, and the doctor made me feel MUCH better by saying everything I've been thinking all along. Nobody is pushing expensive testing or suggesting dramatic interventions: "He's FIFTEEN." We will tinker with his prednisone dosage, boost caloric intake where we can, and the only metric that matters is "Is he happy?" She confirmed that he is most likely nearly blind. I think he can see bright lights and shadows, and he's learned to navigate on minimal input. He's nearly deaf as a post, but again, that doesn't really bother him.
As we were waiting at the counter to pay the bill, a man with a big young mutt dog was paying his tab. The dog was very friendly and wanted to meet Murphy, so I held him down so they could touch noses. Murphy went wild with joy, and screamed with excitement: "HELLO, NEW FRIEND!" He wiggled and screamed and kissed his new friend's nose. Yeah, this dog is nowhere near done. Yes, he's still happy.
We took a walk after dinner, and he walked in the open space near the library, and didn't drag his feet or have to be carried home. He's on a higher dose of prednisone and ten feet tall and bulletproof.