We took Toby back to UC Davis last night. It had only been 2 1/2 weeks. He had fluid in his lungs, chest cavity and heart.
Alex was at the Farmers Market with her friends. I knew it was time….not the time, but another time. I brought out the leash. No response. A plastic bag (surely we’re going on a walk if she is getting a plastic bag). No response. Cheese. Real cheese, not the soy cheese. No response. Steve finally carried him to the car.
Steve was able to bring him home last night, our groggy drunk boy (the dog, not the dad). Toby left a mess in the car (yes, that kind of mess). Alex laid down with him.
The vet told me we’d probably never feel ready. She’s right. I know we aren’t the only people to ever go through this, but we really aren’t ready.