Mom had to take our dog, Walter to the vet today because he had a sand spur stuck in between the pads on his foot. They also checked him over and such, checked his heart and his heart murmurer has gotten considerably worse in the last year. This time last year it was barely audible but now, the vet said on a scale from 1-6 that it's a 4. Mom's going to take him to the vet again on Monday to get his some medications to manage it. Unfortunately, it's one of those things that can't be cured. Just managed. He's only 10 and should have another 5 years in him, but I guess Walter is getting up there. If it's as severe as the vet is saying it is, I'm not sure how much longer he has. Outwardly, he seems perfectly fine, he does have some mild hip problems but that doesn't stop him from doing his dog related puppy stuff. *lol* It just sucks because I personally haven't lost a dog that I remember. I mean we had like 9 dogs but had lost them all by the time I was 4 or 5. So it's not like I was affected by their passing very much. We had another dog when I moved here but we weren't able to take care of her, so we gave her to someone else that had the time to train the dog and such. I was just happy that she was able to go be with a great family. I wasn't really sad, I don't know is she's still alive or not, I doubt it because that would make her about 15 I think...
So Walter is really the only dog that I've actually gotten "close" too. Blarg. =/