Trying to keep my chin up.
After being away on vacation for a week, we returned, very grateful that the nasal cancer had not gave Callie any greater discomfort. However Tuesday things changed.
The overnights are awful. She has trouble breathing, both through her nose and mouth. I'm guessing the cancer has grown into her throat and/or lungs. The gasping and gurgling was so bad that I held her in my arms, waiting for it all to end. The breathing slowed down to near silence - I thought it was over. It wasn't.
The next day I went to the vet and picked up some doggie pain killers. There is 12 in the bottle. I said to the vet, "I don't think I'm going to need that many."
Janice and I have decided that we're not going to let her die alone so one of us will stay with her. Callie continues to come to work with us. The staff like her. She likes being with people.
Yesterday we took her for a walk and she was pulling on the leash as usual so she's still got power and enthusiasm but the gulping was severe, even as she pulled us down the street.
When things are bad, I look into her eyes trying to access what to do. This afternoon, between gulps and snorting, she kissed me repeatedly. Soon after she was perky, eating, playing with toys, watching Animal Planet and tried to bite the TV screen. (Yes, we go thru many bottles of Windex!)
We have a plan so when our emotions are out of control we can get on track with the plan.
Right now, she's sleeping and keeping me company.