I hope I'm not celebrating too soon, but it seems that Lily the Yorkie is much improved. The nasty stuff at both ends has stopped. She spent the better part of the past two weeks sleeping, and today she is alert, barking at whatever she perceives as a threat to her food dish and is following me around like, well, a puppy dog. Wherever I am, that's where she is. I have to be really careful not to trip over her. I won't complain about that one bit. For a while there I thought I would lose her, and it wouldn't have been surprising considering her age and the fact that a dog that starts out at 9 lbs really doesn't have any weight reserves when it gets sick. She is skinny, but has an appetite now. I have spent time today holding and cuddling and petting and telling her what a good girl she is, even though for the most part, she is not. She is mouthy and can be obnoxious and wakes me up before sunrise to give her a treat and tries to chew on the landlord's ankles whenever he stops in.
And I would be kinda lost without her.
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