Poppy

And here I am, back from the UK two days early because it looked like Poppy was not going to last past the weekend. She was refusing all food, and OH spent the night from Friday to Saturday on the floor by her bed because she was so uncomfortable, so I changed my flight and came back early. OH and I decided to stop giving her the antibiotics, as it was such torture forcing them down her mornings and evenings, and since we felt they were making her feel sick. Since stopping the antibiotics she is doing a lot better, and she has really taken a turn for the better since I got home - she is eating again (though she is painfully thin), drinking normally, and weeing and pooing normally too. She likes to go out in the garden and is ok to do a small walk each day. She seems happy in herself, though rather uncomfortable at times - not surprisingly, since she is not on any painkillers at the moment.

These ups and downs are pretty exhausting for all of us tbh though. It is tiring physically, constantly sourcing and cooking little delicacies for her (which as you can imagine Merlin thinks is grossly unfair!), worrying about her, wondering if she is in pain, if we are doing the right thing - and emotionally it is draining. And then she trots outside, sniffs the air, wags her tail and makes it clear she wants to play with her dummy or go to the woods. She loves being stroked and petted and told how lovely she is. She is definitely not ready to leave this world just yet! But twice now we have really thought her time had come. We love her so much and just want the very best for her.
 
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