Monday, April 19, 2010

We're taking Millie to the vet first thing tomorrow, so I should get some sleep. She's settled a bit more, but she's not eaten for well over 24 hours now, and barely drunk anything - although her breathing is easier. She climbed the stairs herself, but couldn't get onto the bed (so I picked her up); it's all so changeable and I don't know what she can and can't do - she seems ok once she's on her feet, but getting up is a problem, and getting down isn't easier either - this morning she couldn't climb through the back door as she didn't seem to know where her back legs were, and she was completely unfocused.

I honestly don't know what to do with myself. I want to hug her and sob. I'm not ready for this to be the end, but nor do I want her to continue to get sicker and sicker. Nor do I want to have her put to sleep if she's just had a crappy weekend because of the heat and will be fine for months to come.

I don't know. I've got to make the best choice for her, but I don't know what that is.

1 comment:

  1. That's shit, I'm so sorry that you're in this position. Your post brought a lump to my throat and made my heart hurt as I looked at my two doofus hounds, knowing that one day too I'll be in the same boat...
    Not fucking fair.