Just got back from visiting Jake at the hospital. What a fabulous place. Very professional. The tech brought Jake out to the lobby and he looked great. I took him out to pee and he was looking around. Seemed to know the drill. When we were traveling back and forth across the country, he stressed out for a few days and then got into the groove of riding in the car all day and sleeping in a hotel. Seemed to accept that this was his new life. That's how he appears now. This is his new life.
I tried to get him to eat and he tried very hard to please me. He ate a few pieces of turkey and then seemed to stress. Barked a little and then lost his back legs again. It startled Frank because he hadn't seen it happen yesterday. I don't really see a difference from the steroids. I held him for quite some time and he wasn't restless. He never used to let me hold him that long. I took him out to pee again and a few blood clots came out.
My sweet baby. I wished I believed in the afterlife. I like the idea of the Rainbow Bridge, but it doesn't fit with the logic in my head. I believe we just cease to be. Time to go to sleep little boy. Maybe tomorrow will be better, but today gave me no hope.
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