Okay, I got a second opinion. Arcy was pretty much on borrowed time when I got her down to Humboldt. Wasn't sure she was going to make it, with her frantic, manic episodes and panting attacks. Took her to see her old vet, Dr. Winnacot. He prescribed some non-steroidal anti-inflammatories, and some joint medicine.
After a week, she's a new dog. Well, she's still an old dog, but she's got a lot of new life in her. Much less stressed, much happier. Doesn't seem to be in any pain. She goes for long walks, and her feet don't puff up in the evening. Yes, she's still semi-senile, and has extremely vacant moments, but I feel really, really fortunate that I followed my gut, brought her down, and gave her a chance at a few more months (relatively pain free!) at least.
From Blogger Pictures |
So, here Arcy goes, into her 17th year, still ticking. Pretty cool.