She's spent the past ten years or so in the garage. She just felt more comfortable out there. Over the years she got thinner and thinner, but she always hung in there. Yesterday she wasn't looking good at all. I gave her fluids and lots of watered down A/D. She ate with a good appetite. Today, she turned her nose up at tuna. She slept on a clean blanket and I watched her as she woke up. She didn't know I was there watching. She couldn't stand up. At all.
Earlier today Brian said he thought we'd have until next week. We didn't.
That's it. No more. No more for months. I don't want to do this any longer.