White Dog and I noticed a difference. Puff was interested in things again...her surroundings...the smell of turkey...walking a bit when Steve carried her outside. "Maybe we are at a turning point," White Dog hoped out loud.
There does seem to be much less hacking and wracked coughing but our Little Old Lady is still sounding congested and wheezy. She tasted a few bites on her own but is still relying on help and baby food for nourishment. She IS drinking on her own...and for that we are grateful. She is just so very tired, even with the help of the oxygen kennel. But her eyes are clear and much less resigned.
Things are looking up.