We decided that keeping her happy and comfortable for the time she had left was going to be more important than prolonging her life, all else being equal. Three years later, the vet told us that whatever we were doing, we should keep it up, since she'd already beaten the two-year projection we'd been given at the beginning and was in surprisingly good health, considering. Her medications were slightly different as well. As far as her heart went, she was still a 4, and no one understood why she was still alive. She's still here because she's still happy.
Dogs are love and kidneys covered with fur.
The way Jasmine looks at David is the way a duck looks at water, and if you've ever seen that you know that some things were just Meant to Be. If she was three when David brought her home, then she's now 11, getting to a ripe old age in dog years. We still believe that keeping her happy is more important than keeping her alive, and that seemed to be working well. I ran into my ex, Darrell, on the street once, when we still lived downtown. Last summer, right about the time my father went into the hospital, she started developing a new set of symptoms.