They gave papa Lenny 1-2 years to live, and that was a little more than 3 years ago. I know I keep
saying he doesn't have long, but he keeps proving me wrong. The couple of times we ran out of his heart medicine, he didn't look like he would make it through the night.
He's got a bad knee, a bad back and a bad heart, and he is in the end stages of heart failure. Sometimes he coughs uncontrollably and we start to think it's his time, and sometimes hopped up on steroids and doggy narcotics, he acts like his old self, and his old self is 100% pure beast mode.
I've said it before, but it's hard not to give respect to any creature that lives life completely to the fullest. Even up until the last couple weeks he continued to eat every meal as if it were his last, and he still comes into the kitchen to beg every time I'm in there making something to eat.
He's such a great dog. It's weird being in awe of him and sad for him at the same time.