One Step Closer to Heaven

I have delayed Buster's vet appointment which was to be today at 6:oo pm. I feel it's not his time... I have stopped giving him the tramadol for now. Since that was the only medicine I was giving him at night, to help him sleep. It may account for the hyperventilating. Like, Rene a friend at tripawds.com said, "It is a guessing game", at this stage of the cancer. I don't want Buster to turn into a science project, which with all the meds I've been giving to him lately. It's my vain attempt to stop the cancer... besides the RX's, I've been giving him many vitamins and supplements.

Well, he had a nice day at the dog park yesterday. He is slowing down. Not wanting to walk around the park anymore,he is content to lay down at check out the scenery. He ran into his special girlfriend, Carly. He really perks up when he sees her. It's really good for his spirit! Love is in the air whenever they meet. Just in time for Valentine' s Day. It funny, I call Buster the mayor of the park. Since he seems to want to greet all the dogs he sees there. It's our special spot. It's where this picture was taken.

Rough Night

As the title implies it was a rough one for Buster. He was up was at 3:00 am then again around 7:00 am, so was I. His breathing at night is really starting to become labored. I will see if it happens again tonight, if so then I will know it is time to set him free. I don't want him to suffer. I can only imagine how scared it might be for him, not being able to fully intake air. Then in the morning he seems fine. It's hard to gage... So the time's he is having SOB (shortness of breath) he prefers being outside in the fresh air. At night the cold air may help his air way... I was hoping he would make it for Valentine's Day. I know there will never be a time to want to say goodbye. I know I need to do what is best for him and not me.

He is always and forever will be my heart fur baby.. He has the perfect disposition, always laid back. A true gentleman. Content with a bone and hanging out on the couch. Always sort of looking for me to be near his side, but not to clingy. His fur is always so soft and he keeps himself so clean. I see it in his eyes how much he wants to stay, and how much he loves me. He is truly one of a kind and a gift sent from heaven. Soon he will be an angel, and he will take a part of my heart with him. That is OK, because love always remains. Isn't that what it's all about anyway?