Goldy vet appointment- Feeling Groovy NOT

Not much to tell, except that when I went in to the vet's office (the heart specialist's office), the woman who hands off Poochio's medication to me on a regular basis told me the vet recommended that I bring him in. I'd mentioned to her that I'd increased his dosage of Tussigon recently due to night-time coughing being so bad it would wake me up. And surely, the poor dog wasn't thrilled with the coughing, either.

So, he's going in for a stressful appointment on Wednesday. Blood-letting to check for medication levels, maybe a chest x-ray (what for? to confirm he's only getting worse?) or an ultrasound (again-why? to confirm he's getting worse?). We'll see what the vet orders be done.

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Some of my pre-grief is spill-over from my favorite childhood dog being put to sleep in front of me (I wanted to be there, god knows why, now). I can still see the vet administering that shot, and his breath exhaling, and not inhaling again. I really don't think I'll be functional when Goldy goes. I'll have to have someone drive me to the vet's office, because I won't be able to drive home. I'm crying right NOW. I really don't want to deal with his dying and death. Guess it doesn't help that I've been drinking a cup of wine for the past two hours. But I'd be tearing up anyway.