Our new puppy, Max, was a bundle of joy. For the first day.
Then he stopped eating. Languid and lifeless, he lay on his dog bed. A visit to the vet confirmed our fear: the little guy had parvo.
The parvovirus, for which his vaccination was questionable, attacks a puppy’s immune system; those under ten weeks have little chance of pulling through. Our vet was optimistic. She’d seen far worse, and felt he had a good chance.
Still, for four days he wouldn’t eat, subsisting only on a daily IV of fluids. I resigned myself to his imminent death, making his life as comfortable as possible.
Some days it feels like everyone around me is dying. Our beloved golden retriever. A long-time friend with ALS. My mother.
Miraculously, Max rebounded. And now, he’s unstoppable.
If only Alzheimer’s were that easy.
