George update

George is much the same.

The blood tests all came back fine. He has been diagnosed as having vestibular disease, which means - not a lot really. If the cause could be determined it could be treated but for that George would need an MRI and for that he would have to go to Bristol, about 80 miles. If a tumour was diagnosed, well, he's a bit old for an operation, and a bit old to take that journey. 

Sometimes dogs just get better. Sometimes it can take months.

He spent all of yesterday lying in one area of the garden, alternating between grass and hiding in the bushes. We've tempted him to eat with chicken and some of his usual food in chicken juice. Husband had to carry him indoors last night. And he hasn't barked a single thing since Tuesday.

Tuesday morning Husband got up and found his coat, covered in George hairs, in the middle of the hall floor. He had left it hanging up but when he checked the hook in the jacket was broken. Husband said George must have pulled it down. I didn't believe him.

On Wednesday morning I got up and found my scarf lying in the middle of the hall floor and I know I didn't leave it there.

It almost feels as if George anticipated his illness and sought comfort in some way. Or maybe I'm reading too much into it. But he's never done this before.

I am just scared now that when he goes into the bushes he is looking for a place to die. 

I have been feeling very negative about it but this morning Husband and I talked and I decided I must believe that he will get better and that we just need to look after him until he does. So I shall stock up on chicken to cook and see if I can acquire any old rugs to cover the hall floor to make it easier for him to walk on - and then it won't matter if he poos too.