The vet called me an hour ago, which was very nice of him since it was his day off. I asked him the questions I needed to ask about Carter, and after I promised that I would not hold him to any of his predictions, he gave me some straight answers. He things Carter will be pretty good for the week we are away. But he thinks he'll only have two or three weeks after that. It could, however, be as long as five or six.
I feel terrible about leaving. I mean, Carter LOVES staying with Holly, and our other dog will be with him... and the vet said it would be absolutely fine. And, of course, my father-in-law has been planning this trip for months and months and months... but I just feel terrible. Everyone on the trip knows that if Carter decompensates at all, I'll be flying back immediately.
So I'm sad. And that's pretty much all I can be. He's a wonderful, emotional, dog. The vet is making an execption with Carter: when the time comes to put Carter down, he'll come to our house to do it.
I will not let him suffer out of selfishness.
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