Monday, June 01, 2015

Murphy Update

I went to Costco yesterday and bought a fresh batch of chicken breasts. I cook them four at a time in the crockpot, until they fall apart. Two cooked breasts get frozen for later in the week, and two are shredded and stored in a plastic bag in the fridge.  I mix the shredded chicken with the fancy prescription food, to make the fancy prescription food palatable.  Murphy's favorite day of the week is the day I cook the fresh batch of chicken; he likes his chicken warm and fresh from the cooker.  He ate a really good dinner last night, compared to his tiny consumption for the last few days.

I took him out after dinner, and he was very wobbly, but took care of business.  Later, he came over to me while I was sitting on the couch, and I picked him up and put him next to me. He's never been a velcro dog or big on lap sitting, but he does like to be next to me, and he appreciates a nice belly rub.

God, he's even thinner than ever. The phrase "skin and bones" is entirely too accurate.  I scratched his skeletal little body and looked into his cataract dimmed eyes, and started talking to him. I'm not sure how much he can hear, but he seemed to be listening. I told him it was okay to go on when he's ready, and that his dear old friends Higgins and Boris would be waiting for him, (Natasha too, but she never did give a shit about him) and he didn't have to hang on for me, I'll be okay.

And he honestly seemed to be listening, though I don't know how much he can hear. He was very relaxed and content, and his little face actually looked happy.  After a while, he stood up, wobbly, and acted as if he wanted to jump off the couch. I put him on the floor and he went back to his little bed near the fireplace.  I left him there when I went to bed; he was so deeply asleep I didn't want to disturb him.

In the middle of the night I heard tiny claws tapping on the floor - he'd come into the bedroom, and was pacing around beside the bed, waiting to be picked up.  He slept the rest of the night in his spot at the foot of the bed.  It's almost six and I have to get going and get ready for work, and I hate to disturb my tough little man, dozing comfortably on the foot of the bed.



2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You a are wonderful dog Mom!! :) BridgetG

Anonymous said...

and I am dyslexic. BridgetG