thankful

Relief! --- sweet relief. The meds worked some magic. Shortly after 2am, about two hours after taking Zantac and metoclopramide, Daisy nosed and then ate the biscuit G had given her several hours earlier. An hour or so after that, she got up, wagged, and ate about half of her dinner. By 330am, she was back in her bed, ready for more peaceful snoozing. I stayed up to keep an eye on her until 7am, and with all systems seeming to be in good shape, headed to bed myself.

Today, Daisy has had a good day. She rolled around in the grass and chased after her favorite ball a couple of times. When G got home from work, she was happy to see him, and readily responded to "sit" and then "puppy up!" (our tactic for letting her know when it's okay to jump up on us).

We hope the chemo will do some significant work at combating the lymphoma, and allow her a few good months. She's just such a young girl. Cancer always sucks, and it's never fair, but ... you'd think a dog could be spared such drama. Unlike people, dogs have little need for drama.

Well, it's time for our little household to get some much-needed rest. Daisy has already gotten started, lying with her head tipped over the edge of her bed, as always. Her feet are twitching as they carry her toward interesting smells in her dreams. Good night, everyone. Sleep well.

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