Just after a bit of advice, unfortunately after a few weeks of ups and downs with the bloods we seem to be on a larger decrease to 31%. The vets has decided steroids just are not doing the job for him and are now wanting to try azathioprim as a last resort. His white cells just will not quit at attacking his red cells. The vets are going to be contacting Edinburgh tomorrow to get more advice.
It feels like were hitting the end of the road, but just don't know when that is. We have both said how ever hard, we would rather him be happy and have had a good quality of life. I know he's not in pain but he hates not getting to do the things he loves. If we know the end of road is near we think we would rather lift his restrictions and let him live life as he has always loved rather than as an ill boy.
How do you know when the time comes to start coming to terms with making decisions, when there not in pain, but not getting the quality of life they deserve and just fighting to maintain a basic level? Never had to make the tough decisions with such a young dog, it seems cruel to think about it but i know we need to rather than it spring up at us.