Silly dog.
Annie, I don't know. The hardest part of having an animal that's sick or old is knowing when to quit and let go. I picked her up from the vet this morning (with a breathtaking bill, just for bloodwork and overnight care; lord help us all if any of them ever gets really sick), and so far all I've been able to get her to eat is half a jar of chicken baby food.
I just whipped up something I thought would be super-duper--2 raw chicken livers, a raw egg yolk, a tablespoon of active-culture yoghurt, a tablespoon of cottage cheese, a couple of squirts of Pet-tinic (which is a liquid vitamin supplement), and a jar of chicken baby food. I was ready to add either condensed milk or chicken broth to thin it, but it didn't need it, it's a nice cream-soup texture.
The Ts approved. Timber got so excited he stood with his front feet on the stepstool beside me and his head at my elbow, intently watching every move I made.
Annie looked at it, licked it off her nose, and went back to the spot she's decided to hang out in, which is naturally wildly inconvenient, the backstairs landing right where the back door will hit her anytime I go in or out, and right where the dogs will trample her while they're waiting at a fast boil for me to stop messing around and take them out to the puppy pen. Timber's already sat right square on her, totally oblivious to her indignant (if breathless) yowls; I had to extract her. She's so weak in her hindquarters.
I get the impression that she's withdrawing, getting ready to go on to the Bridge. Maybe not. Her bloodwork is so good, and maybe after a couple of days on Flagyl (for anaerobic bacteria that live in the gut), she'll start feeling better, if I can keep her eating. It's just always so hard to know. If she's ready to go, it's not only futile to try to get her to eat, it's disrespectful. But if it's something the meds can take care of--
Guess all I can do is give her her meds, keep encouraging her to eat, and wait and see.
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Poor Anni, and silly Taenzer! ;o)
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