Bitsy Boodle is Approaching the Sunset

I fear we're slowly saying farewell to Bits. Her walking is becoming increasingly unsteadt. She is akin and bones. She wakes around three-month in the wee hours to puddle and get a gabapentin. And we're seeing more and more of that lost look, the stopping and staring.

But she's still eating, and she still wants to go down to her stream every day, though she needs help getting to her drinking spot. As long as these good days continue, so will she. She'll tell us when it's time.
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Cherish those moments. I know I did. Every time a spark of Brooke's personality shone through it brought me a burst of joy.
 
Funny girl, don't you just want to hug her and laugh with her. Dogs are such amazing creatures - she doesn't know it's nearing the end, just that she's the boss and needs to prove it!

Deska was still barking at trucks and wanting to visit the neighbourhood in his last days, and I really do treasure this memories.
 
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