This weekend we had a little scare and had to take Cher to the emergency vet on Sunday morning. After not sleeping for 2 days and then not eating or takings meds we learned that she had fluid in her lungs again and her heart has grown a bit more. Her meds were adjusted and within hours she was her normal self and eating again. But we are fully aware, her time is coming.
My sweet grey faced girl is in heart failure and at some point we will have to decide when the time is right to let her go. I don’t want her to suffer and watching her struggle for breath this weekend was painful. Realizing she couldn’t lay down because she couldn’t breathe broke my heart. And we just don’t want her to get to a point where she’s so medicated and so sick that she can’t go for a walk or eat food on her own. That’s just not a good life. So as of today she’s eating and happy and my husband and I are going to take it day by day. If she makes it to July 1 she’ll be 15 but if she doesn’t, we still will have filled up the last 5 years together with enough love to make up for the 9 before we knew her. And I’m reminded every day by the wisdom of Winnie the Pooh that I sometimes the littlest things can take up the biggest spaces in your heart.