May God bless You and Your Dad (you might give him lots of coconut oil and turmeric, BTW). And may God mute the rest of the relatives or at least cause them to blather such foolishness that even they are embarrassed by the stupidity of their words.
Thank-you Jacko, we'll be fine, I've got Mom wobbly a bit, but the sister and her family appear to be derp cursed.
Dad was never a dog person. Mom rescued the little miss below. It's been better for him, actually both of them, than five years worth of medicine.
"Maggie" has more personality than most of the dogs who have ever owned me.
I'm hoping against hope that she'll outlive him, I don't want to think about the heartbreak both of my parents would go through if something would happen to that dog.