Loki

I'm trying to spend as much time as I can with Kuña-i and keep her as comfortable as possible without demanding too much effort on her part and without letting myself slip into a spiral of moroseness and dispair. Last night, I got another MST3K episode and a 6-pack of Scapegoat Pale Ale (good, this) and situated her next to me on the couch for a couple of hours. It was nice; our best times, whether spooning in bed or me napping with her chin on my shoulder, have always been long periods of simple skin-to-fur contact. Mix that in with some intermittant petting & scratching in her favorite places and some occasional utterances of "my girl" and "sweetie," and you have some of the moments I'll most remember & cherish.

They injected an entire liter of fluid into her yesterday, which was absorbed almost immediately. She definitely looks and feels better after those treatments, but the rate at which she is going through the fluid is extraordinary. It means she's not taking in much fluid or nutrients through other, preferable, sources. And nothing's getting processed by her kidneys-so many of the nutrients (especially potassium) that she takes in are just getting peed out. Sharon will administer 500 ml of injections over each of the next couple of days, and we will be taking her in to be euthanized Thursday morning.

Sharon & I are each planning to have a talk with her & make sure things aren't left unsaid. Well, a few things were left unsaid last night, as she got up midway through my teary-eyed delivery and walked away. I'm hoping her reaction was as a result of her dementia and not so much a message about my long-windedness. Anyway, finishing that talk will remain my highest priority in the remaining time.