For the past few weeks, we've been taking it a day at a time, enjoying every last moment with our Sasha. She got a little strength back, and was able to show us once again who is le grande dame of the house. Best were (rare) days where she showed moments of true pug appetite.
|Cabbage. The only thing she really tore at with pug gusto.|
|Sasha does love her cabbage.|
It's these brief flashes of 'Sasha' that've been keeping us going.
But, she's weakening. She's eating less. Her liver is mysteriously failing, while simultaneously pitching her kidneys in and out of crisis and giving her recurrent internal bleeding. Her vets wanted to do internal organ biopsies and treatment for her presumed disseminated cancer. We refused.
She's happiest when in one of our laps, never willing to let us out of her sight. I'll tuck her onto her heated bed in a comfy corner in one room, walk into another, and look down to see my old girl toddling in after me.
As long as she's comfortable, we get to hold her for one more day.