My beautiful boy is in a bad way.
Padfoot has some sort of cold/bug and so is on antibiotics. On top of that, he has conjunctivitis and so has to have drops in his eyes twice-a-day. Both ailments are enough to get anybody down but something else has really knocked him off his feet - literally. He has degenerative myelopathy.
This cruddy condition is common to many alsatians and makes them gradually lose control of and feeling in their back legs. The condition is chronic and ends with the dog being unable to stand unaided and certainly unable to walk.
Well, Pad collapsed yesterday and I had to carry him up to bed - he weighs seven stone!! Today I carried him back down again and, although he was able to drag himself outside, he barely has use of his legs.
Isn't life shit? Of all the people who SHOULD be crippled - Jim Davidson, Thatcher, Chubby Brown, Bush etc - why should it be Pad?
The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is heading north today to see her mother for a few days and so we have Pither Towers to ourselves. I have already got the fire going in the lounge and I have a cupboard full of treats for the boy. A weekend of quality time spent together is on the cards.
Being disabled can go to Grantham.
PADWATCH UPDATE: 8.30pm.
Tilly, bless her, realises that all is not well with her biggest brother.



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