It's really amazing to me though how one day he can be like that (cranky old man) and then late yesterday and today, he's running around like he's an 8 year old...looking me right in the face...like he can see me perfectly clear. So odd.
I did discuss this with his vet yesterday and he believes that it's just time to start making sure he's as comfortable as he can be and so he is putting Tahoe on another round of anti-inflammatories. ShadowsMom made Tahoe a wonderful snugglebuddy which he LOVES and that is obviously very comfortable for him.
No more rawhides, but we are easing up on his food restrictions and giving him some of the things he does like more that don't fit his strict I/D food diet...such as chicken breast and little pieces of the other dogs' Mealbones.
I got a bit weepy thinking about all this on the commute home from work. God has given me so many days with Tahoe, more than I ever even expected and I'm so grateful for every day more (I pray to God every night for "one more day") but I can't even imagine what an absolute wreck I will be when the time come for God to take him Home.