Well the bad days are closing in.
Bugsy had a bad night and this morning he was subdued and sleepy.
I left to help a pointer rescue get to her foster home and when I got in, I got the usual welcome from Bugsy but with a twist.
He as usual greeted me with a toy, but then I heard him scrambling, and he was at the front of my car. It seemed he was trying to reach a squirrel or other critter under my car.
He had collapsed again.
I helped him up and stood there holding him up until he seemed to settle. No more than a minute or 2.
Then he shuffled off, had a pee, picked up the toy he had brought to me and went inside, as if, no biggie.
Quick vet contact and she said, "poor guy, his heart is weak"
He happily ate up a bully stick and we are now watching some TV.
The indomitable Bugsy Lee is not actually indomitable.
The end isn't far away.
My heart is both broken and full.
Thank you Bugsy for every damn day.