Hospitalized

Leo is now hospitalized for the second day.  This is a reaction to the chemo.
He's nauseated, incontinent, has no appetite and no energy.  Yet when we showed up to visit, he was excited - he wanted to go home.  Unfortunately, he's in no shape to do so.  He's in pretty bad shape, in fact - while stable, he has very low white blood cells, can't eat, and is essentially leaking bile.  He's not the dog we brought in on Thursday for his life-saving treatments.  Instead, he's a dog who's been through way too much that he can't understand and he just wants us to make it better.
The worst part is, we can't.  The even worse than that part - we did this to him.  His chemo, we did that.  And that's what's doing this.

It's time to evaluate quality-of-life.  Leo, right now, has none. This once proud dog is reduced to a leaking, drooling mess.  He knows it.  He's upset about it.  And I know it, and I'm upset about it.

I hope he's coming home.  I can't afford to keep him there, both financially and emotionally.  ANd he needs to come home, for him.

And I'm sorry.  I'm sorry we did this to him, that we keep doing this to him, and that we didn't do more for Bit, for lots of things.  I hope we get another hike or 2, another trip outside of the city.  But Leo is sick, and right now, I'm not sure he's even coming home.