It's been a rough couple days.
Our 14 year old dog Maggie stopped eating two days ago and after many tests and worry, it appears she has liver cancer. The only thing left is an ultrasound, but our vet feels that an expensive ultrasound won't change anything or the course of treatment. It would just confirm his suspicions.
Before logging onto "Blogger" this afternoon, I had spoken with our vet again. Apparently, she might have 4 weeks left - at best. Although I hope he's wrong, I strongly feel he isn't.
A few nights ago, David stepped in HUGE pile of diarrhea in the middle of the night and slipped in it practically breaking his neck. At the time, it was hysterically funny and I could hardly wait to write about it in my blog, but now I realize it was just a symptom that our old girl was really sick.
So here we go again. We open ourselves up to loving a dog or cat without conditions and we get hurt. We're all hurting tonight over the news - especially my 21 year old son who has loved Maggie since he was just a kid.
We'll love her to the end - whenever that is. What else can we do?