Had to put my next to last two old girls to sleep this weekend. Zelda was propping herself up to breathe. Denise appeared to have had a stroke. Neither would eat. Both were over three years old. I thought I was prepared, but remembering how Denise used to roll up like a potato bug has been hard. I didn't have but 15 minutes before church to put her to sleep and say our good-byes.
Most difficult has been knowing that Zoe is now alone. She seems okay. I'm trying to spend an hour with her in the evenings, but she seems ready to go back after half an hour. I take her out twice a day to get meds. I tried to introduce her to Demi, but Demi got huffy. When I am over my cold, I'll try again. Something tells me not to work too hard on it, though, because Zoe seems to be failing too...she's over 3, has respiratory disease and is skinny. She seems to have a strong will to live, considering the way she eats, but I think the body is just wearing down.
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