Heather watch: If she were ready to go, I’d send her
But she’s not ready.
When Heather’s pain is managed, she’s interested in everything and as engaged as she has always been, which is to say totally so.
We just came back from the veterinary hospital where we added a Fentanyl patch to help with her pain, and she whined at me to stop at the American River on the way home and let her swim. (I didn’t, because of the patch.)
Her eyes are focused, and she eats well when she feels well. She migrates to every room I’m in, albeit a little more slowly. Everyday I ask her, “What do you want to do?” and she still wants to be here with me. So that’s where she is.
We’ll be looking at more palliative care options next week. I’m not kidding myself that we’re running out the clock, but the girl wants to stay in the game for now, so that’s the way I’m playing it.
Cancer wins — or maybe, considering she’s almost 13, really it’s just Time that wins. But the final buzzer hasn’t sounded yet.
Interesting side observation on the Heather Hospice Front: When Heather isn’t feeling well, McKenzie is very quiet and stays very close to her. This, I would not have expected from the quirkiest pup of the pack.
Update: While I was working and, uh, not paying as much attention to the puppy as I should have been, she pulled a huge pot of chicken soup off the stove. Fortunately, it was cooled and ready for me to pull the bones out. Heather was in the mix, lapping up all the broth with the rest as I threw them all out of the kitchen to clean up the mess. I guess Faith was just trying to make Heather feel better. Thanks, FayBee!