Mrs. B is not doing well still. She dropped another pound; she now weighs 12.2 lbs. At her chubbiest she weighed around 27. A healthy weight for her is 22 lbs. While her appetite is good and she continues to shovel down the food, she's still not digesting enough of it. Each morning around 1-2 a.m. she goes out into the living room to leave several piles, despite us taking her out right before we go to bed. This morning's piles were blackish blue, which means blood in the stool. I suggested to Pete that maybe something didn't agree with her, and he said softly, she's really sick Heather.
You know how with some upsetting topics you feel you are about to cry and say, you're at work and unable to bawl, so you push it out of your mind and focus on something else? I am unable to do that with this situation. I start crying and there's no filter. The tears just roll down my cheeks before I know it. I think of her running and happy on the beach with her giant grin and then I cut to this morning, with a half wag of her tail and her struggling to get up the stairs last night.
It might be time. I have two calls into the vet to call me back when she starts work tonight at 7. The last voice mail I left her I cried.