So this "Dog on death row" thing seems to be really working out for Midnight. His medication seems to be keeping him relatively pain free, we're making sure to give him extra attention, and since I don't have to worry about his weight any more, he's getting all the yummy canned dog food and treats his little puppy heart desires. The vet had told me not to take him on walks anymore because the pressure of the tumor in his bladder can cause quite a bit of pain if it jiggles around too much, but Midnight LOVES the morning walk. I figure as long as he seems to be enjoying it, I'll continue to take him. When he gets to the point that he can't walk, maybe I'll pull him along in a wagon or something.
I've finally let go of all that anxiety I've had about when to have him put down. I've decided that Middie will let me know when he's ready. Just like Rags did when she'd had enough. Until then, I'll just focus on making his life as comfortable and happy as possible.
In other news, John and I have finally retired our squeaky bed. This bed has been the bane of my existence for years now. It started with the entire frame becoming unstable and the bed would sway if you walked by it too fast. We bought a new frame for it, keeping the headboard and foot board (which we love), and while it did stabilize the bed itself, the new frame was unbearably squeaky. Just rolling over in the night would make the bed squeak, and not just a little squeak, we're talking about a violent sounding, metal on metal screeching! And that's just an innocent roll. John is a "flopper". He'll be snoozing away on his back and suddenly, without warning he'll thrust his entire body into the air, roll over mid flight and flop onto the bed on his belly. Hmmm, and I actually wonder sometimes how our bed became unstable in the first place.
Anyhow, it's gotten to the point where I literally can't sleep in the bed anymore, the entire house wakes up if I so much as scratch my nose in the night. And forget about sex in that bed. It's out of the question. So, after threatening John that I'd start sleeping in the guest room, he dismantled the bed and we put our mattress and box spring on the floor. Now our bedroom looks so sad. We've got a big beautiful oak dresser, a custom made rolled top chest and then our queen size mattress on the floor. It doesn't help that I've got flat pillows and mismatched sheets. I feel like a starving college student or something.
Having the mattress on the floor does have a few perks though, not least of which is the fact that John can flop all he wants during the night and it doesn't make a sound. The bed is now both Alex and Midnight friendly. Middie can jump up without a problem and Alex can actually get off the bed by himself without my worrying he'll plummet to his death. The plan was to buy a new bed, but I may just keep it on the floor for a while. It's kind of nice.
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