That is what the doctor said this weekend. "There is no need to see him again until it is time..."
They have done all they can. His numbers went back up. The prednisone barely helps any more. He is lethargic and pitiful.
And yet still no pain. He may be a little uncomfortable, but not hurting. Yet it is only a matter of time. I listen to all his sounds; I am well aware when he breathes and when that changes. I have heard a small whimper once. I can hear how long it takes him to stand up and how little he stays that way.
But I can't let him go yet.
The thought rips through me and I get choked up.
But I don't think he'll be here past this week. Maybe not even the next couple of days. If he keeps going downhill as fast as he is I will have to just do it. Carl is ready to let him go; he doesn't want it to get worse for him. I'm starting to see his point of view. But this is Grimmy. A living, breathing part of our family.
This is awful.
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