Up and down

This morning I thought we were going to lose Alexis. She wouldn't take her pills (even wrapped in Pill Pockets, which are quite tasty I'm told) so I had to force them into her. She wasn't interested in breakfast, even though it was raw ground beef. She was listless and was just lying on her chair.

I started making breakfast for the Hooligans (our two young whippets, Chippy and Chase) and Alexis walked in. I was so surprised that I nearly dropped the bowls. I got the ground beef out again and she ate a good bit, even catching balls of meat when I tossed them to her. That little show of dexterity impressed me and made me feel like maybe the old girl has some life in her yet.

So now I don't know what to think. I had prepared myself for this weekend by telling myself that we might be letting her go. Now I think maybe I was too hasty in my resignation... I don't know what to think. I hate the not knowing... if I knew it was her time I could resign myself to that and let her go. But if she's going to fight this thing and stop killing her own blood I can rally the troops and we can fight this together as a family. I just wish I knew which it was going to be.