She was so tired. She told me to try and clean more tomorrow but that she just wanted to lie down next to me tonight. I made her pasta with alfredo sauce. The dog was lying in his kennel. I threw him a noodle and Musette was like, babe!
I probably shouldn’t have done that, but he needs some love right now, I said.
He could die tomorrow. He could die tonight. That blood in his stool was darker than it has been. All of the puke and shit and horrid smells… He ate all of the food in his bowl. I think that is a good sign but I can’t remember. He has been drinking water. At least he’s hydrated. Vomiting takes a lot out of a dog. It takes a lot out of anybody.