August 4, 2019

White Dog came into the bedroom to tell me that Pearl was still not feeling well. In fact she had upchucked her breakfast. When I came out to the living room our Precious Pearly, looking VERY green and jangled, was curled on the endtable.

"Sweet Little One," I coaxed. "Come on down to the chair seat which is more comfortable. I do not want you to fall while you are already feeling so glicky." She just looked up and sighed. Zso wooed a play invite in Pearl's face and Pearl turned away. She did follow Bella's lead and move into the watching chair; Bella hopped right down so her sister could curl in a ball.

"Rest now and later Dad and I will help you drink some broth and maybe clean you up some. You need to keep drinking fluids." I called and left a message for her "come to the house" vet (Pearl has incredible travel anxiety).that we needed an appointment.

About an hour later, I gently held her while Steve squirted a few pipettes full of broth between her lips. Pearl did not argue, nor did she struggle when we decided as long as she was quiet and cooperative that we would trim the dew claw that was catching. After a soft wet cloth cleanup, Steve carefully returned her to the Watching Chair.

For dinner Pearl DID manage a few tiny bites of baked chicken before walking away to her family clamoring to be the one to help her finish her food.