Thanks again for all your kind emails and comments. The steroids have helped a lot. Harper’s now sleeping, eating, even playing a little with the other dogs. That’s only a temporary thing, though. The tumor is causing her right eye to water, so she now has a permanent tear stain down that side of her face. Looks like she’s gone goth. At this point, it’s just nice that she’s comfortable. Her struggle to breathe, sleep, eat, and drink earlier this week was wrenching. It also always gets me how dogs can pick this stuff up. Daisy usually spends about half her day biting, sitting on, and pawing at Harper. For the last few days, she just lies next to her and grooms her. It’s sweet.
Harper’s been a great companion. Hell, I’ve had her for about 30 percent of my life. The vet says the steroids could conceivably give her another few months. But it seems sort of selfish to keep propping her up for my sake. She’s better, but she’s clearly not herself. So I’ll probably have her put down when I get back to D.C.
For now, I’m headed to Nashville, Tennessee for a couple days. Light to non-existent blogging ’til I get back.