This morning Alanis did not want to get up, eat, or drink. Panting with anxiety and sounding just like her, I efficiently offered the cooked mix she had been enjoying, kibble, sardines, water, broth, and finally peanut butter. She sniffed at each as if interested but would eat only the peanut butter, which I mixed with a little water and put on bread. Miro stood by drooling puddles on the carpet.
When I got Alanis up with the aid of a towel like a sling under her belly, all she did was stumble to the other bed across the room and lie down. Instead of crawling under the table and curling up in a ball, I made rational decisions.
When I called the vet, I burst into tears as soon as the receptionist answered. Fortunately, she understands that language. I'm about to leave to bring Alanis in for an evaluation.
Thanks for your kind support so far. How did we used to get through without this community?