Two months later, almost. The pain of loss is never gone but it fades...like old photos or newsprint, the images are never fresh like they were. And time, and more dogs, heal more wounds.
We have a new foster, named Angel. He came in as Diablo, with virtually no hair, and about 50 pounds underweight. For the first weekend we had him he *would not eat* and a dog at half the appropriate weight cannot afford not to eat. We tried everything: chicken and rice, meatballs, turkey. Another death under my care would mean nothing short of the looney bin for me, and so after 2 days of not eating the techs on-site at APA saw him. He got digestive antibiotics, upper respiratory antibiotics, and of course probiotics.
On the way home, we stopped at people's pharmacy to pick him up some pet probiotics. And they have gluten free carrot cake, so I got myself a slice and took it into the car. Angel, who had not eaten anything in days, practically jumped into the front seat to get some carrot cake. So...what do you do? Of course you give up your carrot cake to the guy who hasn't found anything appetizing in days.
He's eating a lot more now, he's even slumming on kibble. But he still clearly has a hefty sweet tooth.
