Cheddar Cheese makes life better

Koda slept most of the day. He likes to sleep in his kennel. I was able to get 3/4 C. of kibble, Rimadyl, and 1/2 a string cheese into him with the Kibble Catch game. He drank a good amount by 5pm. He seems kinda unsettled, like he needs something.

We bought sharp cheddar cheese from Whole Foods. I was able to hide a Tramadol in a chunk of cheese, and Koda ate the pill chunk and the "blanks" (untampered cheese chunks) with little hesitation. He still loves cheese. I just have to be careful about the preparation of these medicated treats. He can taste the powder from the pill when I handle the cheese chunks, and then he spits it out.

In the evening, I took him for "walkies" and he had some pep for about 30 steps, then he needs to stop and rest. Sitting down seems to be painful/difficult for him.

On the way back, we saw Lindsey (who lost Buster 2 years ago, and now has a new Golden Retriever, Penny). She was very kind and sympathetic, even though we've only spoken a few times. Her words were comforting and she told us to whisper in Koda's ears about living until a certain date. She also said that when he passes, she will make a donation in his name to the Oregon Humane Society, so that another dog gets helped. Very sweet. Connections like this would never happen without the common bond of pet ownership... and unfortunately, pet loss. I feel like Koda has brought us closer to people during his life... and perhaps, maybe even through his cancer, we will connect with more people. I'm not sure if this is how God intends to use Koda in our lives. It's painful, but God has his reasons.

Koda ate 1/2 his quarter chubb for dinner. I guess that's good enough considering he ate 1/2 C. of kibble earlier. I gave him ice cream and chicken treats later, too. We are in the state of "getting by" and living in anticipation on his holistic vet appointment on Monday.