Plato regained his appetite and is now eating canned dog food. It’s sort of limbo land. I seriously did not expect him to get his appetite back. A couple weeks ago, I thought he’d be gone by now. He has the worse time getting up and sitting down, however is walking…slow, but walking, even faster than a couple weeks ago.
I have no idea what is going on. It’s sort of like LOST…he was supposed to die in a plane crash, but he’s still on an island trying to survive. Weird metaphor, but closest I can describe. Maybe he just needs to let go, but he’s so clingy.
I’m happy he seems to be stable. I feel unsure how much longer he may last, but he seems to want to stay with us for a while. We’ve been doing the little dog nursing home thing so long I don’t remember when I last slept through the night. I think I’m strangely getting use to going with too little sleep. I know it will be a very sad day when he does let go.