Wee One

This is hard. Today was the first day I was back at work and wee one was home by himself. Ultimately, I know he is acting differently, but I don't want to really come to terms with it. Aside from the fact that he has a hard time walking, he just doesn't seem to know what is going on around him, and I have yet to see his sweet smile. Today when I came home at lunch to take him out, usually when he'd be fast asleep he was standing staring at the kitchen. Perhaps willing the treats toward him :). And then when I came home later, he had slid off his bed and couldn't get up. And my heart broke. I knew he hadn't been that way for long since Toby had taken him out an hour or so earlier, but still. I need to call the vet, but well, I'm not really sure I'm prepared to for anything that might be next.

Can You Say Spoiled Rotten?

Umm, the little old man is back from his grandparents until Turkey Day, and I think it is very fair to say that he was spoiled rotten while staying with them. As proof, I give you the counter of my very tiny kitchen onto which my mother unloaded the contents of ONE of the bags full of Buster's treats.

The Great Pumpkin!

Gammy forgot to turn the flash off (gives him that spooky edge), but I still think Buster has the most sincere pumpkin patch, so all bets are on a visit from The Great Pumpkin this year.

Ahh, Xmas

Well, fine, I've maybe already been listening to Xmas music on the sly for the past few weeks, but I am most excited to put the tree up so the little man can take a well deserved snooze under it, which he loves and we are all about indulging him these days. Last year he *may* have also taken a tinkle under the tree as well. Thankfully, mum rescued the presents in time. Little old man bladders. Is it me or does he has a little Santa beard in this picture..so frosty.

Happy Boy

One of last year's holiday card out takes. Sadly it was a bit too blurry to make the cut, but I absolutely love this one. And the award for best smile ever goes to....

The Little Prince

So, the little old man went to the vet today for what was thought to be a problem with a pad on the bottom of one of his paws, but sadly his diagnosis ended up being much worse. His vet thinks the problem is neurological and likely a brain tumor which is potentially causing a variety of different problems. And while he was a good little soldier throughout the appointment, mum was not. While in the back of my mind ever since I adopted him I have tried to tell myself realistically that my little old man and his big belly would leave me one day, I think that deep down I never actually thought that day would come. But now I am just worried about how to keep him comfortable and happy and loved for whatever time he might have left. I'm just wondering if there's some way to turn that time into forever.

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas...

I have now entered the planning phase of this year's Xmas card. Past outfits include: reindeer, elf, and angel, so I am not sure which holiday persona the little old man will embrace this year. His Aunt Katherine has offered to provide her photoshop services, but he needs to be photographed in front of a white wall, but considering he doesn't respond to his own name let alone any basic commands, this could prove to be challenging. I am thinking hot dogs will have to be involved. It always comes back to hot dogs this little guy. In any event, he's doing what he does best, resting up for the big event.