Jethro Update

Jethro is gravely ill. He’s had a relapse and it’s happening fast.

I’ve had a 30 megaton shitshow detonate my personal life here, that I can’t, and shouldn’t, go into. For most of the week I could barely take care of myself, much less the dogs.

And they know it.

His relapse started at the darkest point of the week. Nothing but despondency and sadness here. Aria has spent more time in her crate this week than she has all year. The rest of the time she’s at my side. Each day I get better, each day I get a kick in the balls, usually in the afternoon. Wednesday was the worst. I was sitting in my chair, waiting for my son to show up with his new shiny truck. Both dogs were in their crates, alert, staring at me, there eyes boring into my soul.

What have you done? is how I read it.

Today is memorial day. I need to come to a decision to take him to an emergency pet hospital, or maybe he can wait another day and go to his vet. The ER won’t have a clue what he’s been through. The only thing I can ask is they hit him with an antibiotic and a steroid. He’s not eating. He completely stopped Friday. He is drinking water, and will get up to follow me when I go outside and he will get up and run out to bark at God knows what.

So if you can, pray for Jethro. He doesn’t deserve this.