Happy Bday Dakota

Today is Dakota's bday. He turned 13.

Yesterday however I was not sure if he

would see today. 

Monday he met me at the door

when I came in from work, but

he was not jumping up and 

greeting me like normal. He also

would not eat. Yesterday was the 

same. However, I managed to get

him to eat about 6 bites later on.

Then again later about 6 more, 

then yay, once more about the same.

With getting him to eat I was able

to crush his meds in with his food.

 

The day before I was not able to get any

in him. 

Today when I left for work he

was more alert. When I came home

he met me at the door. Still not himself

but more so then he was. 

It took three feeding times to get 

food in him today. He is eating, 

that is great but apparently the tumors

are taking up more space cause he

is not cleaning his plate like Dakota

ALWAYS has. Once that food moves

down he comes back for more in a 

couple of hours. He just finished a 

cup of food, took three tries but he did.

To keep him from just inhaling what little

he eats at a time I am actually hand feeding 

him. 

His stool is black which is telling me that

there is blood. My heart is feeling like

it is being ripped out. He is my best bud.

It was him and I for so long together. 

He has laid when me when I was sick,

he watched over me when I had surgery,

he has made me laugh, he has pissed

me off but all in all, he has been there.

When I comes time to let him go I 

will be a mess but I will do what I have

to do because I will not let him suffer. 

He has lost a lot of weight. I feel his

back bone when I rub him. I see his

ribs. 

My heart breaks....

Pam