BeAnne is doing ok. It is still little steps – every day we see a difference but her appetite is increasing and slowly she is returning to her old self. I am still syringing her medication down her along with the hepatic diet but she now turns up and asks (I love this little dog more than words, greasy whiskers and all). She is also playing with us more which is lovely to see.
BeAnne sleeps a lot but I am a great believer in sleep. Sleep is when your body heals.
Weather permitting, we go out for a daily walk in the afternoon. And we have friends. They insist on coming too. Madge and Edna are good about staying at home. We all walk happily along in a procession, just a rather odd one.
When BeAnne stops for a sniff, they all stop for her and wait patiently. The Boyzens are kind like that.
And then off they all go again.
These days, we rarely meet anyone and, if we do, we all move to the side of the road and wait for them to pass.
Once I met a Council road worker in his van and he just nodded sagely and said one word – “caddies?”. And that was it. That was us summed up.
So, we are doing our best and hopefully my little dearest darling doglet is on the mend.