This little dog is the strongest little being I know. He's still here with us, even though Frank and I were both convinced yesterday that we were saying our goodbyes.
He's still very weak but has eaten a fair portion of food and kept it down, still has color in his gums, though I'd like to see them a little more pink and, while he's sleeping quite a lot, he perks up when I come in the room and is interested in whether I brought any goodies with me.
It's so hard to imagine a single day without my boy. I know that dogs don't live nearly long enough for those of us who love them and it would be hard to say goodbye no matter how old he gets, but having even a moment of his life cut short because of this disease is so hard to accept. He's the most animated, fun-loving, happy little dog I know and to see that taken from him - this little Beagle boy who finds such joy in life - before he's ready to go, it's wrong, just wrong.
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