What a week. Happy days when Sasha came home, and seemed to be healing, slowly but surely. Then, panic-stricken terrible days when she took yet another downturn over the weekend -- lethargic, out of it, breathing heavily. Turns out that now her liver appears to have suffered some damage.
We've decided no more hospitalizations, no more heroic measures. We just want her to be comfortable, enjoy however many days she'll give us, and try to make each precious moment count.
To that end, we took her to her favorite beach. She can't frolic like a puppy in the sand anymore, but she can certainly take in the ocean air and watch the waves.