My sweet girl

My beautiful girl Terry [the greyhound] is very sick. We just don’t have any idea what’s wrong with her. There’s appears to be nothing medically wrong with her...the vet can’t find A THING wrong with her, yet she’s failing. She is 13 years old, which is pretty old for a greyhound, but she was so healthy and bouncy on Wednesday afternoon. By that evening, she’d started acting a little odd. But nothing too unusual for Terry. She’s always had her steep ups and downs. Last night, though, she was obviously weakening, she could hardly stand up. And that was odd because she was still drinking and eating and peeing and pooping. (In my kitchen, as it happens, but there are special allowances for sick dogs.) She’s had a bazillion tests and a couple of x-rays already and despite the vet’s best efforts, she’s just not responding. She’s dropped a ton of weight and she can ill afford to lose weight. She’s never had an ounce to spare in the first place. At first, the vet thought she might have been poisoned somehow, but nothing shows up. Looking into her eyes, there’s a weird kind of resignation. I really don’t know what to expect. She may turn around and bounce back, but she may not and I think, at this point, I’m beginning to prepare for the ‘not’. The vet told me this afternoon that, right now, it’s pretty much up to Terry. I am kinda scared right now.