Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

My absence from this blog is for the saddest reason - Shiloh began vomiting a few days ago.  Rushed to the vet fearing a blockage only to find out something far worse:  he has a rare disease called Myasthenia Gravis.  It affects the esophagus, causing it to enlarge, and also affects the muscles, particularly the rear end.  At this writing he has lost the ability to swallow and his rear end is failing him.  Medication is on the way but has to be ordered and delivered.  It could arrive as early as this afternoon or it could be a few days.  This medication - while it has proven to be effective - takes a minimum of 1 week up to a few months before it builds up in the system and starts working.  We are now in a race for his life.  Meantime we are to feed him soft food and then he is to be held upright for 10 minutes while we massage his throat to help the food pass the esophagus.  If the disease does not kill, aspiration can.  I have a call into our vet suggesting a feeding tube.  This might be a logical option.  But, there is nothing we can do to help his rear end control.  He is deteriorating rapidly and can only walk a few steps before his rear gives out.  I hope the medication arrives quickly and I am not forced to make a Quality of Life decision.
This morning I woke up so angry as I looked at all my dogs:  Dusty 15, healthy for his advanced age but a bit senile with deteriorating eyesight; Shiloh with a horrible rare disease that causes great suffering; Blitz with his awful disease which is slowly disfiguring his body.  It is so unfair that God has given me 2 wonderful dogs and then said "here are two rare diseases so you can watch your dogs slowly suffer and die."  I took Pinch and Moto outside to walk it off - Pinch is just the best puppy and watching him romp you can't help but smile.  And I know now why God send Moto to me and that is he is to be MY therapy dog.  As I sat there, head buried in my hands, Moto did what he does best and that is come up and quitely lean against me, offering his body for comfort.  Hugging that big furry body and accepting his earnest doggie kisses is the best therapy that I know of. 
Having a tiny puppy during a time like this can be difficult but I am grateful for the happy diversion of watching him explore and see the world for the first time.  Our puppy training sessions are joyful and I am thankful he is in my life.
We have a long hard road ahead.  I pray I do what is right for Shiloh.  But on the positive side - if it does take effect he can have a complete recovery and go on to live a normal life.  I just hope this happens in time before too much is lost.