What's next

Today was another good day. Presley ate breakfast and dinner very well, including all of her meds and supplements mixed in with her food.

This afternoon, we took the girls to a nearby park and they chased after the squirrels. Presley pooped 6 or 7 times all over the park. Scott had difficulty picking up the poops because they were pretty soft. The new food might be upsetting Presley's stomach just a little bit. However, it doesn't prevent her from inhaling her meal. She absolutely loves the canned food.

Earlier in the day we all went for a drive to Petco in Lake Orion to look at a puppy being fostered by a rescue group. Kiara is a very sweet and extremely smart 5-month-old rott/border collie mix, but we didn't bother introducing the girls to Kiara because we realized she wasn't "the one". We went yesterday to meet a 6-month-old shepherd mix named Dora, but there was no spark between us either.

Scott and I have a list of criteria that we want our new pup to fit, but I didn't realize it was going to be so hard to find a dog. There are so many dogs that need forever homes that I thought we'd have no problem adopting our next baby. What I realized last night was that I want another Presley or Diesel. Or at least a dog that has their good qualities, which is a really tall order.

I mentioned this to Steve today when he stopped by to visit with the girls and he brought up a good point that the girls are products of our love, guidance and training. We helped make them into the dogs they are today.

Scott and I have been talking about getting a third dog for years and we think it is time. Presley still has lessons to teach and Diesel needs a playmate now that her big sister is slowing down. I think a new pup would re-energize our family and help us focus on living for the moment. This Friday we're going to visit several rescue groups at the Pet Expo at the Novi Expo Center. Maybe "the one" will be there.

I plan on calling OVRS tomorrow to cancel Presley's chemotherapy appointment and talking to Dr. Bannink about next steps. There's no guarantee that chemo will extend her life and the fact that it has been making her so sick makes me feel like we're losing quality time with her. The cancer will most likely spread to her lungs sometime within the next year. So until then, I want her to feel good so we can all enjoy the time we have together.

Regardless, the time will never be long enough.