Poco Update

Our sweet Poco seems to be taking a bit of turn. It's not so bad that we're horribly worried, we're starting to notice changes.

It seemed only a few weeks ago that Poco was a champion cookie catcher. It didn't matter where you threw it, he'd manage to catch the cookie in his mouth. Now it could hit him in the nose and he wouldn't catch it. He can't seem to follow the ball when we throw it and he seems to go by sounds.

We're worried that our little Poco is going blind.

He's nervous and fearful. He tends to bite more and is easily startled.

When we got Poco we knew he was badly damaged physically from the years of abuse he sustained at the hands of his previous family. We knew his life expectancy would be shortened by malnutrition. The vet has a hard time getting blood from our little guy because his cardiovascular system is not the best.

When Brent and I decided to adopt Poco from our rescue group we talked at length about the medical attention he may need in the future. After much though and a few sleepless nights we decided we'd make Poco's life as happy and wonderful as possible without putting him through the trauma of excessive medical tests or procedures. This is our choice.

Modern medicine can't fix the damage done by five years of starvation and physical abuse. Nothing can and that's the saddest thing.

Our little Poco is still spunky and I think he'll adjust to his blindness. He's relying on Gizmo and Taz to help guide him in the right direction. He's still eating well and sleeping lots, even if he's started to pee in the upstair hallway at night.

We make sure that Poco is safe. We'll keep him warm and love him until the time when his life has more downs than ups. Poco hates the rain, we already know that today will not be a good day, but tomorrow is full of sunshine.