What's a girl to do? After losing my beloved golden retriever last month, it looks like my sweet maltipoo, Lily, is sick. Her breathing has been labored the last few days and it seems as though she fainted a couple of days ago. The joy and the pain of having a small dog is that they seem like puppies forever. So, although she is 13 now, I can only think of her as my "baby". I am just not sure how I will handle one more piece of bad news at this point. I already feeling like I am drowning in a sea of change. Each morning I get up and promise myself I will do better today. I will be stronger today. More focused. I will adhere to the rules of the band (yeah, right). I will work out (uh huh). And I will pack a few more boxes (only if I am very lucky.) I just can't seem to pull myself out of this rut of depression and inaction. I feel like I have turned into a very large ostrich with it's head buried in the sand. I just can't seem to move and now the possibility that my sweet girl is sick is almost too much to bare.
So, I have an appt. with the vet this afternoon. I am trying not to get ahead of myself and predict the worst. Sometimes it is the not knowing that drives me the craziest. Hopefully, it is something minor - the heat, allergies, something treatable... I have to hope for the best because the alternative is too much to consider.