Sleepless Nights and Worry

To start, my apologies for not being able to stop by your blogs and catch up on your news this week.  But it has been a week of sleepless nights and a lot of worry because of our girls, Wendy and Annie.

Annie's appetite has been on the decline for more than a week, and she didn't eat at all on Thursday or Friday morning.  I tried to remedy that by tempting  her with the smelliest of foods, but she wanted none of it. Annie also hasn't wanted to go for walks, and has been sleeping for hours in the same place.  Trips outside have been very brief.  The middle of the night I've been awakened by her incessant drinking, and constant barking at what appears to be nothing.   When she's not doing either of those, I've been awake just to check on her (and Wendy).

Then there's Wendy.  A tumor that she has had for more than a year, started to grow a few weeks ago, and has now become ulcerated and infected.  From past experience with large tumors, by Wednesday I was so sure that the only option for Wendy would be to do surgery to remove the tumor--But at Wendy's tender age of 16, there is no way whatsoever that I would put her through that.  And so I reluctantly made a vet appointment and convinced myself that the only thing that could be done would be to say good-bye to her.  Once at the vets office, Wendy was visibly shaking as we waited to be seen, which was unusual for her--Did Wendy know what I had already decided?  Whether she knew or not, the vet didn't see it my way at all.  She feels that we should try two strong antibiotics to try and knock down the infection, keep it clean and see if that makes a difference.  I understand that this may not work, but I totally agree that it's worth a try.

~Wendy~

So with that new found optimism, and a twinge of guilt for the hopelessness I'd been feeling, as I was getting Wendy back into my van to go home, her hopeful and soul filled eyes looked into mine and she barked, a single bark at me--A reminder no doubt for me to stop giving up so easily.  That same reminder is what I'm hanging onto for Annie too.  She ate her meal this evening; so as I silently celebrate, I'm trying to be positive that our two very special girls, Annie and Wendy will be okay.