We know what is coming. We're taking it day by day. The cough has come back, though not as bad as it was when we took him to the vet last week... but we know the fluid is likely coming back on Rufus's lungs. The boy still has joy in his life: he is eating good (he has always been food-centric), still wants cuddles, grooms himself, we went for a short walk this morning. His breathing is not labored. When a coughing spell happens, it chips away at our hearts. And then he seems OK again.
Here, after a walk and a treat, Rufus is comfortable, with his legs tucked (a sign that he feels secure)...
He is comfortable and content.
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Workers are actually showing up today: the guy doing the stucco around the outside of the door got another coat on it this morning. It will be ready to paint tomorrow. The painters are here right now (12:30) doing the drywall and trim around the inside of the door. We live and work around it; in fact, Joan is ready with the vacuum cleaner while they are sanding... whatever it takes to get this done.
On the bright side: the guy that did the outdoor stucco work last week left a drop cloth taped over the door - rather than pull that down, we have lived around it. Not particularly convenient to have to go around and open the double gate or walk through Steph and Dan's side and out their back door to walk around the house to get to the hot tub, which is just a few steps from our door. With that stucco work done and the drop cloth pulled off, we have access and visibility out that door again.
Rufus and I took another short walk, exiting out that door. Nice!
It's a full-length (8' tall) glass door that employs a significant locking handle that "seals" the door in 3 places. This new one seems to function properly - the first one was either a bad install or the door jam wasn't manufactured right... there was a fitment issue from day one. Glad to have this almost done - once they paint the exterior stucco trim around it. We keep thinking we have worked through all the work being done, and then something else pops up.
Yep... day by day.
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Every good day is a gift to be cherished. He is a Good Boy!
You got that right, Earl. He probably thinks we are being clingy... I got up twice during the night to check on him. The night before, Joan sat up with him for most of the night. We have to give him time to nap.
Such a good boy. He will tell us when it is time.
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