Black tie & tails?
Black tail and green leash.
As der Brucer had anticipated, Marty's heart murmur is kicking in and slowing down his heart's effectivness. He's got a buildup of fluids in his abdomen, so we'll be taking him back to the vets early tomorrow so he can have the fluids drained. That and he's got a regimen of meds to take twice a day, and we're switching him from a kibble diet to one of ground meat (beef or lamb) and rice. (I'm now a doggy chef!)
In any case, Marty's days are numbered. He's not ready to say goodbye yet, nor are we. But we know it's coming.
Right now, der B is watching over him as he has his dinner, making sure the other pups don't try to help themselves.
This is sudden. Marty has only been acting "funny" for the last two or three days. I'd like to see him last through the summer - but I'm not sure why, if not simply because
I need the time to get used to the idea of his not being with us much longer.
He's a good companion, both to der Brucer and me and to the other pups.
I need to stop writing now.