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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

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It's starting to look bad for my Millie dog. The meds stopped her infection but she's refusing to eat. She's all bone. I have to hand feed her. And she's just so weak. I have to pick her up off the couch to get her to move. She needs to move. I know it hurts her but if she doesn't move then she'll just hurt worse because she won't have muscle on her joints. She's not getting excited anymore when she sees a leash. If I can't get her moving and eatting this weekend then it's over, soon if she really lets me know. I've had this dog for eleven years. I got her and her brother when I was nine. It was only a few months after my little brother was born. It'll be weird for him since she's always been there. And her poor brother. They've never been separated. They were from the same litter and they were in the same cage at the pound. They were so attached that we got both. And the bulldog is going to be almost as lost as he is. Millie is the alpha and even the bulldog won't bother her. My poor Millie. I had her trained to a tee when she was younger. I didn't need a leash on her most of the time, even when we lived in the suburbs when she was young. I got pretty lax on the rules when she started getting older. She always came back though if she ran off, usually wet. She loves swimming. She loved playing with the horse. And hunting. I trained her as a hunting dog one summer. She chased down a killdeer without hurting it. I had to undo it because my mom didn't know the commands so she'd run off after the birds. And she was so good with the foster kittens. Very gentle, and even better with the puppies. She set the foundation. It was great watching her run them down and flip them over. They were so well behaved after that and would lay quietly with her instead of jump on her. I'm really going to miss her but when it's time it's time. Hopefully I can get her better but it's just looking really bad. I know that I can't stop death. It'll still make this sad. I'm just really glad she's lived a long life.
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