June 7, 2021

White Dog was not having a good day. There was no specific problem, she was just lacked energy and sparkle in her eyes. Of course, if you live with a senior, especially one with health issues, you know life is like that...good days and bad. It did not help that it was over ninety degrees F; yes, we have cooling but I think sometimes knowing how hot it is out there is enough to make one conserve effort.

White Dog ate...at our prompting. She patiently received subq hydration. But she was wobbly and not inclined to walk...like she had been doing. "Don't over-react, momma," Bella told me. "Just let her rest and remind her you love her." The rest of the White Dog Army tried their best to distract me from my concerns as well. "But she is SO fragile," I told them. "But she is much stronger than she has been," they replied.

In the end, I did what mommas universally do at times like these. I held White Dog so she could rest her head against my heart and rocked back and forth whispering loving happy thoughts. When she fell soundly asleep, the WDA summoned Steve to carefully carry and place her on her bed, lightly covered with a soft blankie.