When Push Comes to Shove

Mum's angsty question of the month is "What's going to happen when Ricky is no longer able to walk (as a result of the large tumour & his weak legs)?" 

We know the implications. He won't be able to get to his drinking bowl and the feeding dish; won't be able to get to the balcony for his peeing and pooing; won't be able to kaypoh around anymore. 

To mum's question, my response is always "We'll decide when we get there." 

Because honestly, there is no point in worrying now. 

We will somehow know what to do when the day comes;

when a decision has to be made. 

I hope.