10th gotcha day.

10 years ago today Molly and Junior moved in. They were so norty and so much fun. I miss the days of crazy rabbit. And I count myself so lucky to have met them.

I have spent much of the day agonising over whether to have Molly pts. She has been riding a high the last few months despite her mobility loss. She’s been bright as a button, loving food, loving life. At the start of the week she came crashing down. She’s mostly doing nothing aside from eating. I called and made the appt for 11 tomorrow. And then I felt bad leaving her so I pulled it forward to 16:30 today. And then she perked up a wee bit. Had a go at her hay cube etc. So we went to the vet anyway, but with my mind leaning more towards not having her PTS today. Saw a new vet. American lady. Really nice, compassionate. Just the kind of vet I needed to see today, which nice considering the upset I’ve had at my practice losing the only 2 vets I liked.
She said what I feared and this probably is the beginning of the end and that it wouldn’t be unreasonable to have her PTS today. But it also wouldn’t be unreasonable to take her home and see how we go, in the short term.

She’s brighter now than she was this morning. But I still think her existence is pretty poop. She basically sits in the corner of my kitchen (comfortably, of course) and eats and sleeps, eats and sleeps. This morning I thought That Light had gone out in her eyes, but I maybe saw a wee sparkle tonight when the kids got home.

One day at a time. We will see what tomorrow brings