We had a fairly uneventful day except for one brief episode of wailing. (I wailed, too. Silently.) She's not gurgling much, most wheezing now but she's weak and sometimes can't hop up on the sofa so I have to lift her, which is probably what I should do anyhow since her heart is weak. I'm having blood work done tomorrow, too, to see if her thyroid is a contributing factor in the congestive heart failure. Dr. B felt that Pidge may have had a small heart attack. If it is thyroid related, she may stand a good chance of having at least another year, according to Dr. F. If her heart is in bad shape, then, well, I don't even want to verbalize it. To lose her at any time would be painful enough but so soon after losing Puddy would just be cruel. But it's all part of being a pet owner. ( I dislike the word "owner" but you know what I mean.) Somehow feeling this sorrow is bittersweet. I wouldn't have it any other way. Not that I would want her to suffer but I feel privileged that she chose me as her mom and that I'll get to be w/her right up until she makes that Trip.

I'll post as soon as I know what Dr. Lee has to say about the ultrasound and blood work, although I doubt that the blood work will be back the same day. Thanx for all the kind words and encouragement, friends. It's what's keeping me going.