Big pharma is no fool...
For everything you see on a commercial, there's usually a version designed for the canine and feline set.
Your Mama's Celebrex® is Rimadyl® for the doggie set (and v-e-r-y popular with the Labs and Aussies). Here's the best part...if they have the big infarc, the pooches don't get gnarly. And they go happy. The meds ain't cheap but they do work so large in part, if a dog goes from lame to happy to off to chase the butterflies, the dog's humans are happy (read: dogs don't sue). In many respects, it's a win-win....
Opal - our hypertensive old queen - seems to fare well. (See note about the twin goddesses who deliver her care)
More meds than Sofia Petrillo when she was at Shady Pines, but they keep Opal comfortable so that is not a complain. While the right eye is not pretty, it's not been functional for a long time and it's no impediment where eating is concerned. It's not a great image but it gives you a sense of how dark that eye is. We'll get a better one.
(Rule 1: If a pet is eating, it's a good sign. Rule 2: Don't forget rule 1. Cats and dogs are not as dumb as models and starlets. Not ever.)
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