Over the weekend, I took Leo out to to the farmer's market in the Park, like we always do. I dropped off my compost, got some bread and veggies, and then sat in the park. So many people talked about him - the vendors, people in the park, people on the street. "Old timer!" "Gray-beard!" "Keep on going, old man!" "Such a sweetie!". He charmed everyone, and got a lot of comments - more than usual. He seemed to enjoy it.
Monday he seemed like a different dog. He just didn't have "it", whatever star power and gumption he had Sunday. He wasn't nearly as energetic, not as happy. He seemed a bit more uncomfortable, panting now (from the prednisone?) and not wanting to push Bally as much. I was a bit concerned, but at this point, there isn't much to do.
His lymph nodes are swollen, and his skin is unhappy. We'll see what they say on Wednesday, but I think we are now quite near the end of this story. I am happy for the last weekend. I'm happy for every day that he has that's a good one.
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