On August 9, 2024 Gizmo had a doxorubicin chemotherapy injection session. On days when he’ll be sedated we can’t feed him, we sedate him, and then he is tired and doesn’t want to eat or do much for the rest of the day. It’s not terrible, but these aren’t fun days.
This time he still wasn’t wanting to eat the next day and we gave him the appetite stimulant. Otherwise it was an uneventful day. Gizmo just kind of existed. It’s not a bad day, but there’s nothing I can point to for saying it was a good day either. It just was. Days like this make me think about the amount of good to bad time. He’s typically really happy when he gets our attention, but how much of his day is that given we both work and have other commitments in our life? Is it enough? Colin and I agreed we need to look at the quality-of-life assessment resources together. We’re not ready to call it quits, but we need a way to start thinking about it and ensure we’re on the same page.
I visited my friend Rachel today and she reminded me how much I’ve done for this dog and that he’s lived a really good life. If we end up making the call, we should keep that in mind.