I've been spending a lot of time at home. The puglets aren't used to such disruption in their typical 20 hour daytime naps. Because they run to follow me every time I enter the kitchen, in the hopes that I'm getting something to eat and will share. And it may very well be that I go into the kitchen a lot, so there, and I'm not ashamed of it.
|always on the alert, my little saber-toothed Cleo|
Sasha has been particularly lethargic for the past day or two. her appetite is very un-pug like, she's back to breathing like she's just run a race, and her heart is going a mile a minute. Not sure if it's a side effect of one of the severals meds she's on, or if there's something else that's gone horribly wrong inside her little body. Because I think her anemia is resolving, as she seems even pinker than ever:
The worst part is that I can see she's in so much pain. We had to stop her arthritis med because it can contribute to internal bleeding, and I can tell that it costs her so much even to do something as simple as bend her head down to drink water.
|oh Sasha, don't you know that with your health is inextricably linked my happiness|