Tears of Joy

After a week of this vigil of the dying dog, she stood up yesterday, came to me to be petted, went to the water dish and drank, went out to potty, and ate a few morsals of popcorn that were coming out of the pan I was popping. This morning, she sprang up, drank, went potty, came in and ATE a few morsals of her food, then barked at the cat. It has been a week since she has eaten, and any sound has come from her. Tears of joy from me! I thought I would never hear her again. Looks like she is rebounding from near death! I wasn't ready to give her up just yet, even though through tears and hugging her and telling her it was okay to die earlier this week, I'm glad she didn't. I had even made "that call" to have her put down, but changed my mind and didn't take her in.

The true test to see if she is really getting better will be when I talk on the phone. She hates it when I talk on the phone and barks at me to the point I want to strangle her...ha! I discovered it was just too quiet with her gone. I missed her, and glad she is back, if even for a short amount of time.