Then I wake up in the morning and she's worse than the morning before. It's been a real roller coaster around here. Pity my poor husband, who is the one responsible for Sadie being here. When Mandy died, he insisted we go straight to the shelter and get another dog. That dog turned out to be Sadie.
Now I know, all our pets are going to die eventually. But I'd really like to have them reach a nice old age first. The followers of my old AOL journal will remember Mandy's tragic end, before she was three years old.
When I woke Sadie up this morning to see what her condition was, she could hardly get up out of her doggie bed. She staggered across the room, and she could barely hold her eyes open. She took a big drink of water and picked at some chicken and rice I offered her, not really interested.
Cliff and I got ready for our morning walk, and in spite of her weakness, Sadie insisted on going. The dog that usually runs circles around us couldn't keep up with two old people. When we got back to the house, Cliff went to the shop. That was my opportunity to bawl like a baby. Cliff's youngest sister called to check on Sadie, and I couldn't even talk to her.
Two hours later, I noticed that Sadie was coming to life somewhat. I took her outside and actually saw a spring in her step... but remember, this happened yesterday afternoon, too.
I brought a dish of rice and chicken outside to her, and she didn't just pick at it... she gobbled it down and licked the bowl!
She played Frisbee with the granddaughters this evening. She was able to make the jump up onto Natalie's lap.
The only explanation I can come up with is that those antibiotics must have kicked in. That, and the several people praying for her.
Now if only she's still doing this well in the morning. I can't take another day like today!