We went to see Dr. Mickols today with her assistant Sarah. I expected Bailey to be put down. His heart has improved, but he's not eating.
The vet said, "If Bailey were my dog, I'd try these two medications..." I agreed. Prednisone and a stomach drug. This is after Sarah the tech, Terry the vet, and Richie the weepy dad, all shed a few tears. They're so good to him and to me. If by Monday he's not improved, that will be the final sign.
I'd love for Bailey to have a real old man retirement, but I swore he's not going to suffer. These meds will make him feel more comfortable and may get him to eat... he needs to get stronger. That's the news.
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