The dog…

…is dying. I hear her panting and snoring in her sleep. She will be 14 next month, if she lives that long. She has a nasal tumor, which won’t respond to chemo. And we’re trying to make her comfortable until either she passes in her sleep or she tells us it’s time to go. And either way, I think it’s close. She sleeps most of the time these days, though she’s still happy to go for a walk, and still eats and drinks. She doesn’t seem cranky or in pain yet, so we’re just playing it by ear while we wait.

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