Sunday

Last night Woody fell asleep at dinner and slept all evening. I thought for sure he was going to pass overnight. His belly is swollen and he won't eat. I cried myself to sleep thinking he was going to die out there in the foyer all alone. He doesn't like to cuddle, so I didn't want to bother him.

Sunday is my day to sleep in, so Frank got up with Shane. I expected Frank to find Woody in a pool of blood and hoped that he would wrap him up and hide him before I got up. I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. Around 8 am, Frank opened the door and Shane bounded in to get me up. Then along comes Frank with Woody trailing behind him! What a joy to see my baby up and about. He slept for 12 hours. Drinking water but won't eat. He threw up a little, but probably because his stomach was so empty.

Around 10, I get ready to take Shane for a walk, and Woody seems to want to go too. I decide to strap him in and make a gesture. Maybe go across the street. I grab a few BilJac to see if he'll take a treat. We stand in the driveway and Woody eats all the treats I have. I try to get him back home so I can get some more, but he won't budge. He wants to keep going. Luckily Frank sees us out the window and brings the bag to me. We all keep walking and Frank feeds him as many treats as he wants. Eventually, he starts spitting them out, so we head home.

We had decided last night to put Woody down today. I have another hour before the vet opens. Tough decision.

Lunch
Noon arrives. The vet is open. What do we do? I search the Internet for help and one person wrote that the soul goes out of their eyes. That's when you know. Jake didn't eat for a week and wasn't getting any better. He couldn't even walk. That was tough, but the decision was easy. Woody is sleeping so I sit by him for a while. Shane, of course, envious, comes over and starts barking. Woody's ears perk up and he stands. We go outside to pee. He seems good. Back inside, I decide to give him his pills and he readily takes them. So we sit and eat Pill Pockets for a bit. He eats well. His eyes are bright. His ears are perked up. Won't eat the roast turkey nor the other treats. We decide to wait on our visit to the vet for another day.

2:00
Find Woody by the backdoor with Shane, who starts barking and Woody joins in. Good sign. Out to pee. It's freezing, so I come back inside. Both boys stay out on the deck. Woody is laying out there enjoying the day.

3:00
Shane and Woody are in my office bugging the crap out of me. Just like old times. Both barking to go outside and it is freakin' freezing out there. Woody went over the teeter and we spent some time rubbing his chest.

5:30
Go figure. Woody just ate three turkey jerkys and some treats. He seemed eager to eat and alert. I guess he'll just have good days and bad days. Yesterday was a bad day. Today was a good day.

10:00
Woody came upstairs to watch TV with us. He seems restless, but engaged. So much different than last night. I tried to give him his pills, but he refused the Pill Pockets. Drank a lot of water instead, which is a side effect of the prednisone. He likes being outside in this cold weather. He's out there right now laying on the deck.