I almost missed this post. I haven't been around much in the last several days because for some reason, BW is moving very, very slowly on my computer. Going from one page to another and heaven forbid I try to post a reply makes me feel like pulling my hair out. :freak:
Miss Olivia is hanging in there. Today was exciting because she ate three jars of baby-food meat without taking one of her appetite stimulants. She is still weak but gets around. She and I still sit in the recliner everyday while she gets "plugged in" to her 350 cc's of sub-q fluids.
I only wish she would sleep through the night. She gets up at least, on average, 4 times a night to potty. That means that I get up with her and sleep lightly so that I can hear her. This is a throwback to when Casey was an infant getting up several times a night to eat. But I'm older now and not feeling very perky during the day.
But, my puppy is still with me...like a mobile, weak, slight demented little old lady so I can't complain.
Time to move the beetle off of my pillow here on the sofa bed in the computer room (close to the front door to let Olivia out). Henry, of course, sleeps with us but he doesn't budge during the night...he just snores right on through.
As usual, you are so, so sweet for asking. I appreciate your thoughtfulness.
Glad Olivia is still eating some and hanging in there. It is tough getting up all through the night. When Callie was in the last stages of bladder cancer she got up every hour all night long.But, we do what we can to keep our babies comfortable. Thoughts and prayers with you and Olivia.
As tired as I feel these days, I am very grateful for this additional time I am having with her. She isn't the perky, athletic and intuitive girl she was in the past (neither am I for that matter /forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/wink.gif ) but she and I have been thisclose for so long, eventually being without her is going to take a long time to get used to.
Today she ate a small amount of regular dog food before she got her appetite pill...that was a surprise! After her pill, she ate her baby food meat.
So we march on and be happy for every extra day we have together.
Miss Puppy (Olivia's nickname) has been quite the eating machine! Sometimes without the help of the apetite pill. Of course, the amount isn't enough to keep her weight on...she's still loosing and I can feel her little hip bones. But that's OK...sometimes I look at her and think here is my Olivia, 16+ years after we found her curled up outside of the hospital with a flayed open scalp...who became literally, my soul mate. Such a beautiful, smart, intuitive, athletic girl and for years I always felt afraid of the time to come when I would loose her. We called her "Perfect Puppy" for many years because she was just that.
Now she is in her late twilight years and it's up to me to make sure that she is OK. And she knows that I will do that.
Sorry to be so corny but I know that many here have felt this way about their very special dogs.
She's asleep now. We'll sit down and plug into fluids a little later.
Denise, your post brought tears to my eyes. You and Olivia are both very lucky to have each other in your lives. I don't think it was corny at all. I've never heard the story of how you found her. You said her scalp was flayed open?
Early on a Saturday morning in July 1992, I went to work at the hospital. This hospital is in the Central Business District of New Orleans. Nothing but concrete and high rises.
She was curled up...actually collapsed...on a small patch of grass right outside the ER. As I walked up the steps, a kid put a handful of cheese crackers in front of her...she didn't move. Half of her scalp was split open and infected.
I went into the ER...I had only one patient. I could not concentrate on the patient. Kept thinking about the little blonde dog outside.
I called Jeff to come get her...he brought her straight to the vet.
I orginally didn't want to keep her...I had just found and kept a dog 2 months before plus we had Gingergoose, our golden. Jeff's sister decided she would taker her...told us to call her Olivia...she was going to Europe for 10 days and would get her when she came back. Of course by the time she came back, the deal was off.
Olivia at some pureed liver that I poached for her yesterday...Henry and Kelsey were quite envious. Plus she had some cheese and vienna sausage today.
I can't describe it. I never thought Puppy would ever get sick and old. Now that the time is here, I'm in between acceptance and denial. 2 months ago when she first got sick, I never dreamed she would still be here now. So I hang on to her like it's the end but hope it isn't.
what a heart wrenching story of how you found Olivia .....I guess it was just meant to be. I don't think that sounds corny at all. All of my pups have a special place in my heart but Sammy being my first she has the super special place now and forever.