My sweet Sophie isn't doing well. She's a 13 year old rescue dog that we adopted when she was 6 years old. She's the friendliest Miniature Schnauzer you'll ever meet.
We discovered about a month ago that she probably has cancer in her spleen. I took her in for surgery, but the pre-op blood work showed that her kidney wasn't functioning as well as it should and surgery would be risky. She only has one working kidney anyway, so this wasn't good news.
I brought her home and as long as she's in no pain or discomfort we'll do what we can for her. She's lost a lot of weight, but we're usually able to entice her to eat with things she's never eaten before. She's always been on prescription diet food, but now we give her what she'll eat. We also give her lots of chopped ice.
She's a happy little dog, but I don't think she has much longer. Meanwhile, I try and keep her downstairs. We put a blow up mattress on the den floor and Reid and I take turns sleeping down there with her. I got concerned about her jumping up and down off my bed upstairs. Of course, the cats think the mattress is for their comfort and convenience, but we all share.
Anyway, the computer is upstairs and I just have limited time on it, so for now I'll be hit and miss in the blogging world.