We came home from church & lunch to find out that Sammie may now have some urinary incontinence and she did not eat the yummy canned food she normally wolfs down. I'm really, really bummed about this.
Pepper was all too happy to eat all the canned food as well as the regular dry food once we freed her from the crate to do so. Pepper has no incontinence problems - she just LIKES to poop in the dining room from time to time, so she gets crated when we're gone most of the time. This also allows Sammie to eat slowly as she always has done and in peace before "Chunky Puppy" Pepper inhales the rest of the food. A typical vet visit these past 10 years with those two has included a report card saying Sammie needs to gain weight and Pepper needs to lose it!
Less than two weeks ago, I was happily telling the vet folks how Sammie was still eating well and getting around okay and seemed remarkably well given her age and the diagnosis of cancer she received back in November. She had already survived longer than we thought she might upon that diagnosis.
The only real comforts I have now are that Sammie is still able to get up and walk around slowly & tentatively & a bit unsteadily on her own and she seems to be resting comfortably. We do not see or hear any signs of distress or pain. I'm preparing myself for the fact that she may just drift away as she dozes. More likely, I realize through tears, we will have to make the painful, awful decision to "put her down." Time for another crying break. I haven't cried this much since my parents split up nearly 23 years ago. Sammie and I have been through a lot together. It's like watching a part of me fade slowly away...
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