I may have no choice but to take him to the vet b/c my vet will allow me to run a tab w/them and money is a bit tight now. I'm really hoping to be able to do this sooner rather than later.
Just knowing it needs to be done is killing me. I did speak w/the vet again today and she talked w/a surgeon who couldn't figure out what is wrong and didn't have answers either.
So, there is the call to the neurologist tomorrow, but it is basically a 99.9% chance that he can't be cured. I'm resigned that there is no 11th hour miracle at hand, so I'm waiting to hear what the neurologist said so I can move forward with everything.
It is sad, but necessary. I look at this as the apex of all the garbage I've dealt w/over the past 18 months. I'm not sure what can happen to make it much worse.
