Stan the dog is sick. And we are sick over it. We've been to the vet, been told he most likely has heart disease, he's gotten I.V. fluids, X-rays and a B12 shot, antibiotics...but we won't know until he has a sonogram what exactly is going on. I'm tempted but not going to write a swan song for him yet. I waiver between thinking it's over -- and crying a lot and yes even praying -- and convincing myself it's just an infection and will clear up and this heart thing is not very serious.
Stan's been curled up in a heap, often in closets, and Hugo chooses to sit with him. Sometimes Hugo also tries to make his dog bed more comfortable, by dragging a blanket in. Here are the two closet cases in action, follwed by a rather embarrassing picture I took of Stan for Hugo's baby shower invites.
