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Last night around 945 Dasher started whining. She could not push herself up.
I helped her up and she drank a bunch of water, but refused to eat. She hasn't really eaten much for a couple days.
I wrapped her in a blanket and brought her to the couch. She kept whining for a few minutes and then set her head on my chest and slept. She looked very peaceful.
I could not sleep and felt like I should not move. I laid there on my back wide awake til about 230 and moved her to a blanket on the floor. At this point I got on the floor with her.
I maybe got a couple hours sleep. After scrambling to get ready I took her back to her spot in the kitchen and she drank for me, but again refused food and this time also the meat I sneak her medicine in. I had to go to work.
When I got home from work she had not moved and refused water.
I made the call and stayed with her.
Last night Dasher felt all the love as she rested on my chest. I felt the love back from her.
Dasher was a rescue from back when I was in Pullman in 1995. She was 1-2 years old when I got her. From the start we bonded. Through a broken back and all sorts of bad behavior we stayed together.
I got close to 15 good years with her.
She is missed already.
