Sunday, January 1, 2012
Ernie isn't eating. I made her a plate of freshly roasted chicken, shredded up into tiny pieces, just like she likes it. I put it right in front of her, and she didn't even give it a sniff. She ate a little bit yesterday, but so far, today, not a bite. She hasn't made a peep, either. Normally she's pretty vocal, letting us know when she wants her rice bag heated up or when she wants to be picked up and petted. She's spent most of the day curled on her blankie, sleeping. She gets up to visit her box, then she gets a drink of water, and back to sleep. We are trying to keep an eye on her without bothering her. Sometimes it's hard to tell if she's still breathing. If this is her time to go, I hope she just goes, gently, in the middle of her nap. My daddy died that way, and so did both of his parents. I'm praying that we don't have to take her in to the vet again. She hates every single second of that, right from the minute we bring her crate out. She knows what that crate means and she gets agitated as soon as she sees it. I hope we don't have to do that to her again.