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So. Basically the last two days have been REALLY tough on my family. Evita started acting...odd. Like she went from being like a "teenager" dog to disoriented, unable to walk, NO appetite... We think she may have had a doggy stroke.
My dog is dying.
And I just don't know when. It could be tonight, it could be tomorrow, it could be two weeks or two months from now, but I think we are seeing her definite decline. Up until now she's just been an older dog (ok a REALLY old dog) truckin' on through life happily. Now...not so much. She can barely walk. She can't get up without assitance. She falls. She won't eat. But she will drink water (and milk). Today I had to hand feed her beef liver. And she spit out most of it after she had a bit to apease me. She's confused and you can tell she doesn't entirely know where she is and how she got there and she loses thoughts as quickly as she got them.
I'm an absolute WRECK.
My mom is a wreck too, except she is stronger than I am and hides it better. But we keep walking around with tired "cried-our-eyes-out-faces".
I wish I could sleep with her at nights but my allergies just won't permit it. Every time I'm around her I cry. Even when I'm not around her, I cry. I'm crying now. Oh my Evita. Oohh ooh my Evita my love my fuzzy darling. I love you so much, I don't want you to go, I can't imagine life without you, you've been there, for EVERYTHING, and you've stood through it all, you've been our sweet guardian angel through all of our lives upheavals and distresses and have seen us all through it. And I love you so much.
My dog is dying.
And I just don't know when. It could be tonight, it could be tomorrow, it could be two weeks or two months from now, but I think we are seeing her definite decline. Up until now she's just been an older dog (ok a REALLY old dog) truckin' on through life happily. Now...not so much. She can barely walk. She can't get up without assitance. She falls. She won't eat. But she will drink water (and milk). Today I had to hand feed her beef liver. And she spit out most of it after she had a bit to apease me. She's confused and you can tell she doesn't entirely know where she is and how she got there and she loses thoughts as quickly as she got them.
I'm an absolute WRECK.
My mom is a wreck too, except she is stronger than I am and hides it better. But we keep walking around with tired "cried-our-eyes-out-faces".
I wish I could sleep with her at nights but my allergies just won't permit it. Every time I'm around her I cry. Even when I'm not around her, I cry. I'm crying now. Oh my Evita. Oohh ooh my Evita my love my fuzzy darling. I love you so much, I don't want you to go, I can't imagine life without you, you've been there, for EVERYTHING, and you've stood through it all, you've been our sweet guardian angel through all of our lives upheavals and distresses and have seen us all through it. And I love you so much.