I know everyone probably thinks that my world is all-consumed with Daisy right now - and it is. I visited with her an hour and a half yesterday after work, and a half hour today. The vet is so nice, spends a ton of time with me. Tonight I visited her back in the hospital area, so I got to see first-hand how nicely everything is run there.
She is still not eating. They're still force feeding her, and I'll have to do that. Hopefully her appetite will kick off again soon. He told me today on the phone that if her heart were stronger, he'd take her to surgery and insert a feeding tube into her neck where she'd still be able to eat by mouth but it would be easier for me to supplement her food intake. He doesn't think, though, that it would be a safe procedure for her at this point. He is puzzled as to why she's not eating. The Lasix is doing its job for her heart, and all of her blood work and x-rays came back perfectly normal.
When I picked her up out of the kennel tonight, she gave me tiny kisses on the face. Daisy is not a kisser - well, except for Jane. Her idea of kissing is to put the side of her face near your mouth so you can kiss her. I made my heart soar and sing that she actually kissed me and snuggled into me. She did that last night also. Because we were in a room last night by ourselves, I put her up on the table and she wagged her tail a tiny bit. Tonight she drank a whole bowl of water while I was there with her.
She's not out of the woods, and may never be. But I made a decision yesterday after I saw her that I'm going to give her every opportunity in the world to get well. And pray a lot that she does.
She's such a sweet, beautiful little dog. I know a difficult time is ahead for me, but I'm just now trying to focus on how much we love each other.