My little Husker Dootch has lost almost all interest in eating. She is developing cataracts. She looks confused and is restless, has trouble finding a place to be comfortable for more than a half-hour at a time. She isn't herself.
She's my old lady. She's my dear friend. She'll be 13 in July.
I am not ready to say goodbye, but I find myself having to think in terms of gaging her quality of life.
But she still likes a good brushing from Mommy. So there's that.
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