As The Curmudgeon is beginning to have more bad days than good, we work hard to make his good days more fun.  I have less free time since on his bad days I have to be on my toes and ready for anything.

     It saddens both of us that we can no longer do the things we used to enjoy doing together.   I miss going fishing.  It’s not the same without him along.  He doesn’t walk well so walking along an uneven river bank is no longer possible.

      We no longer go to dog shows, something we always enjoyed.

     This time of year he used to enjoy helping to create a wild look and sound for our porch for trick or treat night.  Now it’s just G and I working on it.

     I hate to see the pain in his eyes as another thing he loves to do is crossed off his can do list.

     If wishes were horses than beggars would ride.  If my wishes were anything, it’d be a cure for MS.

     You all have a good one.

     I wish I could say that The Curmudgeon was doing fine, but I can’t.   He had another very bad day yesterday.  It is a good thing that I stayed home instead of going to upper state Western NY to Aunt Janet’s funeral.  I don’t think he would’ve survived yesterday had I not been here.  

       When I cam downstairs, I found Patty shut in the kitchen and there was no sign of The Curmudgeon or Gavin.  I figured they were outside so I went to look.  So glad I did.  The Curmudgeon was on the floor of the porch in the excessive heat.  Gavin was guarding him but the poor dog could do nothing to help him.

      I managed to help The Curmudgeon slide into the kitchen on his back where he could cool down.  However, I could not get him up off the floor.  I made him as comfortable as possible and went looking for help.  Sunday morning and no one was home. 

     I finally found one neighbor at home and he came over.  He managed to get The Curmudgeon into a kitchen chair and then into my desk chair where he could wheel him to the living room and to his chair.  This is where he spent the rest of the day and most of the evening.  He finally was able to move well enough to climb the stairs and go to bed around eleven last night.

      I’ve told him that he shouldn’t do anything in the mornings with this heat until AFTER he puts on his ice vest.  Had he put it on yesterday I know he wouldn’t have fallen down and not been able to get up.