Trinket’s blog~ still hanging on
Thu ,23/07/2009Hello my furiends,
I’m still here this morning. The night seemed like forever but Mamma stayed up with me til 4am and then she only slept for 15 or 20 minutes at a time inbetween cuddles and smooches. I thought for a while I just might have gone on to the bridge last night I could feel everything going in to slow motion and feeling really distant from everything, but then suddenly snap! I was here again so I quickly give mamma a bunch of smooches so she knew I’m still here. I’m really really tired, the Tramadol is great for no pain, but its making me very sleepy and its hard, I wish to be more awake, but I prefer not to have the pain. The doctor told Mamma to have me exercise a little bit and so last night mamma put me on the floor so I could scoot around for a bit. My front legs made thier usual hoppy motions, but I couldn’t budge an inch, I’m right out of steam
So me and Mamma have to settle for cuddles and massage to keep my body stimulated a wee bit. I think its gonna be soon that I’ll leave, gee I hope Daddy can drive fast. xox T
Mamma here~ Well the Lasix seems to helping her breath easier. I had to give her a full dose before bed, it seems to me its not quite getting her the 12 hours. Today I am going to try and hold off on the Tramadol and see if I can manage her with just the metacam so she is not as groogy, but if worst comes I will give it to her.
Last night I held her on my arm and shoulder and at times I could feel her heart beating slower and slower, pounding in my arm and I could feel my heart trying to match her rhythm, it brought me physical pain just sharing it with her. a few times I thought she’d just slip away and I prayed for it, but she’s suddenly wind up again and come back to life and cover me in kisses. Same thing at night in bed, I held her as close as I could and there were long moments where I could not hear her breath and I craddled her chest in my hand and I could not feel her pulse it was so weak and again I thought she is finally letting go. I’d wait holding my own breath for a a few seconds and whisper her name and she’d suddenly breath again. This time there has been no panic or anxiety in her. She is calm and relaxed. I keep telling her about how all the pain will vanish and I talk to her about old stories she shared and how I remember her before she was sick.
I am still feeding her, I did last night and I’m halfway through this morning. I don’t know why, I guess I just don’t want to add stasis to her final time here and I hope it will keep her tummy from hurting from the meds. I’m going really slow and if she becomes too fussy I stop entirely. I don’t want to stress her but to keep her doing the things that are normal for her as possible. Its got to be soon though I don’t understand her strength, but she is still holding on to this life. Maybe she is waiting for her Daddy, I told her it was OK, that he would be OK and he was with her in spirit and that she didn’t have to wait for him. But she has alway been the boss of us and she’ll do it how she wants to do it and I’ll continue to do everything I can to help her do just that.
I really don’t know what else to say right now, she is hanging on, but she seems relaxed and not frightened. I’m freakily calm as well and still have not cried. Each time she looks up at me and kisses me I want her to see a face filled with the joy of having loved her all this time, not a face filled with pain. Its one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. In the past I’d have taken a animal and had them PTS at this point for sure, this is the first time I am attempting a natural passing as I think we have the suffering under control, its waiting from here on in, if it gets scary and out hand I will take her Dr Deb but for right now I’m just waiting with her. That decision could change at any moment, I am taking it moment to moment literally.
She nibbled a bit of cilantro this morning and I brought her a beautiful bouquet from the garden all her favorites, she hasn’t touched it yet, but I hope she will at some point.


