We recently found out our oldest pup has Cushings Disease. He's been acting different for quite some time now but recently it's gotten much worse. Mookie is a pit-rescue mutt, my husband adopted him about 11-12 years ago from a shelter that found him near death. He was only about 19 pounds when he adopted him, but the same height as he is now, he was literally skin and bones. Jeff took him in and nursed him back to health and that created a bond between the two of them that has grown as that of a father and child. Because of the state he was in when Jeff got him (which was before we met) he really spoiled him. I guess I shouldn't say spoiled - he really loved him. Mookie was Jeff's everything. He still is, but with a second dog, a wife and two kids... Mookie isn't getting the attention he once was. At first we thought his new temperament was due to that, not getting the attention he was used to. But very slowly he just continued to get worse. During that time we took him to the veterinarian to make sure he was healthy and they told us he was just getting "old and grumpy". Made sense to us! Until recently when we decided it was time for another trip to the vet. Before we scheduled the appointment I decided to Google his symptoms. This time I came across Cushings and thought that was exactly how Mookie was acting. When my husband took him to the vet he told him we'd done a little research and what we though it was. A couple blood tests and a week later and it was confirmed. The vet gave Mookie about 6 months, untreated and 'maybe a year' treated. I know in my heart of hearts that Jeff wants to treat him, but without pet insurance, it's simply impossible. The cost of his medicines, treatments and vet visits would double, if not triple our monthly output. So, with a heavy heart we decided we'd have to put him down. I let my husband really make the decision, I just felt like it wasn't my place, Mookie is his dog. But I did tell him that I had a hard time putting him down right now because even though he's different than he used to be, he 'seems' healthy. Well, maybe not healthy but he seems ok. He still plays and wags his tail and eats and drinks his water. It's not as if he's laying around in complete misery, yet. But Jeff didn't want it to get to that. So, he picked a day. That day came and went. Then he picked another day. Now that day has come and gone. I haven't said anything else to him - other than asking if he wanted to talk about it. If you know our family, if you know my husband, he's not a 'sharer of his feelings'.
So, as of now, we're kinda in limbo. I'm ok with that. Things around here have changed since Mookie's diagnosis. The dogs are allowed on the sofa now. They don't have to sleep in their 'room' in the basement anymore. They come upstairs with us for bath and bedtimes with the boys. They get a lot more treats and scraps from dinner. I don't love having them on the furniture but it's only temporary. And I can wash the cushions. But I probably won't. At least for now.