bella

Why that dog puts up with me, I may never know.

But she does.

And I'm glad she does.

And, yes, still alive.

From earlier in the month, she has the most awesome facial expressions.

Yesterday was pretty rough for the little girl.

She refused to eat her dinner and had been instead eating clumps of grass from the back yard. When she puked up four grass balls and refused even rice and cottage cheese, Kris took her to the emergency vet. She ended up staying the night as they tried to put fluids and nutrients into her.

And thus begins the heroic measures to extend her life. Well, not so much "heroic" as "expensive."

She's still howling. She's still feisty, refusing to go to the vet this morning and being all huffy. While her quality of life may be decreased, she's still Bella and she still has fight in her. When she's awake, she seems to enjoy walking around the block. Sure, it takes her 30 minutes to go less than half a mile, but, wow, the sniffing she manages in that walk? Yeah, same as the young Bella.

So, not that you can tell in this picture either, but she's still alive, just a little drugged up on painkillers.

Bella woke up enough for a walk around the block. She was pretty spry on it, too, even howling when we returned home.

And other than that, she's pretty much unsurprisingly a slug. She's been walking into things, hanging out underfoot, bonking herself on the nose, and sleeping. Mostly sleeping. It's hard to watch her be unable to go down the stairs to go outside to pee, walking circles in the kitchen. It's probably only a matter of time before she starts defecating on the floor.

Related, I've been passed out most of the weekend myself. The weekends are the worst time to be sick, though, really, weekdays aren't much better.