Spending quality time

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. 

Slowly recovering

I don't want to jinx it.... but so far, Sasha is getting stronger day by day, hour by hour.  For the first 2 days, she slept as if dead.  Engendering no small amount of panic in the mama.  

Poor puglet is still very weak (she falls down a lot), but this morning she's better able to stand and walk on her own.  Seems like such small things, but they feel like major victories!  Someday I hope to not have to hold up her bum while she's squatting out a loaf....

She's still not eating well -- 'mealtime' is basically our trying to offer her any kind of food under the sun all day long -- but she's drinking well.  So although right now we're giving her fluids under the skin daily (with a needle! poor baby), I hope that won't be permanent.

Sasha also seems pretty dazed.  Don't know if it was the constant bright lights and poking at the hospital that threw her off, but it seems to take her a while to figure out where she is or what she's doing.

you would think that the return of the big flashing thing would clue her in that she's home

A small miracle

Yesterday, we thought Sasha was lost to us.  Today, I brought her home.

Her bloodwork came back much improved.  Her xrays were clearing.  She started eating.  They told us she would heal better and faster at home, and literally shoo'd us out the door.

Sasha back in her dada's lap

She's still got a long road of recovery ahead of her, and she's not yet out of the woods.  But it's such a gift to have her home again.

Cleo and Deedee were happy to see her home again

Emotional roller coaster

Sasha had another setback this past weekend.  Her breathing started to become difficult, with her little body struggling to make each breath count.  Turned out she had a pneumonia on top of everything else.  And she was refusing to eat.  We saw our baby girl working so hard, it broke our hearts.

After weeping all night and day over whether or not to say goodbye, we made what we thought would be one of our final visits to the hospital.  And found that Sasha had turned the corner.  Little puglet was alert and looking for her dada.

So, we watch and wait another day. 

She's still not eating, though.  Which is so alarming to see in a pug.  We watch each potential bite with such hope.

Glimmer of hope?

It's been a roller coaster.  We went from the lowest of lows last night, when we were planning the unplannable goodbye -- 

Sasha couldn't even wake up for my visit yesterday afternoon

To today, when we can hold an extremely weakened, but alert (!) and hungry (!) pug.  

Dare we hope?  For now I'm just happy to treasure the precious moments Sasha can give us.

Slowly letting go

No pictures today, because we want to remember Sasha as she was, and not as she is now.

Her transfusion was successful, in that her blood counts remain up. 

Unfortunately, her failing kidneys are not responding.  She is quite weak, and has lost control of her bladder and hind legs.  She's lost so much weight, yet, she's refusing food.

Every moment we have now, where we can look into her sweet face and those big bright eyes, is a gift. 

2nd day of the doggie hospital

Although it kills me to not have my Sasha with me, I know that she's in great, capable hands.  Last night, Sasha bled internally some more, and her blood counts dropped to the point where she needed a transfusion.

Little girl was working so hard just to breathe.  She was so weak and out of it,  that I wasn't even sure she recognized me, despite the shnergles.

Sasha perked up a wee bit after her transfusion.  Her blood count and blood pressure went back up, and she was actually hungry.  Ravenous, in fact.  She literally face-planted in the plate of food a nurse brought to her.  

At this point, we can only see what the next day brings.  

Good news and Bad news

Sasha went to see the specialist vet, and they did some bloodwork.  The good news is that her blood count is holding steady, and not dropping.  

The bad news is that her kidneys are failing, which explains why she's been acting so punky.  It also looks like she's got an infection somewhere in that little pug body of hers.  She's going to need some round-the-clock fluids, medicine and care, so we admitted her into the hospital.  It was one of the harder things I had to do -- leave my dying pug in the arms of a stranger in the hope they can work some magic.

Sasha will be in the doggie hospital for at least 3-5 days.  We'll know better in the next 24-48 hours how she's responding to treatment.  Hopefully the bleeding will stop, and her kidneys can get to healing. 

Not the greatest news

Sasha went to the vet's again.  It was weird -- one second, she's alert and wolfing down her kibble voraciously, and imperiously yarping at me to carry her around.

look how awake i am, mama

And then, the next second, she's breathing like a race horse, and can barely keep upright without falling down.

is this pug or platypus?

I guess a mama knows.  Turns out her PCV dropped from 31 to 24, and it looks like she's continuing to bleed internally.  Tomorrow we see a specialist, who we hope will be able to help us get a handle on this, fingers crossed!

Not sure what to think

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