Though I would like to believe the Little Dog is going to last forever, she is not. She is not an immortal though she thinks she is. She is stoic. Stubborn. And snorts if she is disgusted with my silly behavior.
She is in renal failure. My husband and I give her subcutaneous fluids, 50ml, twice a day. She has a feeding/medicine schedule that occupies 3/4 of a sheet of paper. Her vet, and friend, gives her chiropractic treatments every other week.
As for her mind? She's good, unless it's the middle of the night, and then, she's mostly worried. She and I take a homeopathic aid for that - Min-Tran. Knocks both of us out. Bonk. Bonk.
