This is hard. Perhaps the hardest thing I've ever been through. It feels much like when Bob had his stroke back in 2010 and was in a coma for so long. Except then there was hope. And now, there is none.
Boomer is not doing well. It's sort of like a "death watch" for him. I had scheduled the vet to come last week, Sunday, to put him to sleep -- but she couldn't make it until later in the day and somehow Boomer perked up and rebounded. Yesterday and today, he is not eating. I have some new pills for him, appetite stimulate and something for nausea. We go, day by day. Waiting.
Zenith began vomiting blood. Pure blood. I took her in for an ultrasound and they found a "fluid filled mass" on her liver. I take her on Wednesday for exploratory surgery and biopsy. Pray it isn't cancer.
Bubba, our good friend and car mechanic, is in the hospital having suffered a stroke. Bubba, who took me to the funeral parlor to collect Bob's ashes. Who was building Bob an urn for his ashes...
Chris is sick, having a raging infection stemming from her foot. She may have to have a toe amputated.
Ripley doing better, I spend evenings curled up with him on Bob's hospital bed. This house has become a lonely, sad place.