We'll be taking her in at 4:30 this afternoon. It's just harder and harder for her to eat and drink. After she rallied last week, she's getting close to hitting the wall.
She's probably had a jar or watered down baby food this morning, but it's only in small amounts, then she runs off.
She spent last night on the sofa against Brian and I woke up to her snuggled up against me in bed. She's tired. You can tell her spirit is still strong, but the cancer is winning.
It's time to say goodbye and send her on her way. I know her husband will be waiting for her at the bridge.