Wednesday night, cont.

We were having gnocci with meat sauce for dinner and Jaadii looked very interested. He loved them actually, so I had broccoli and artichokes for dinner and Jaadii ate nearly all my gnocci. This is the most he's eaten in a number of days, so we'll savor the small victories in the midst of a quite depressing reality. Good night.



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Life on the rollercoaster

That's what it feels like in my head anyway. Jaadii looks halfway decent, then Jaadii looks like crap.

I can feel his ribs. He's so uremic (toxins in his blood from renal failure) that I can smell the ammonia in his breath. He's barely eating, and it's a constant labor (of love) for me. I was eating scrambled eggs for breakfast and he was looking interested, so I scrambled some for him. He took a bite or 2, then walked away. He took a couple of bites of Rollover at breakfast time and pretty much ignored the roasted chicken bits in there. He ate some toast with my breakfast this morning. This afternoon he's eating bites of dog biscuits, the cheapest yuckiest one's I've found.

He's definitely slowing down, and I'm seeing more sadness in his eyes. Then I'll turn around and he's chasing his tail. I don't know what to do. I'm off to the dog shows tomorrow, so no posts till at least Sunday night.

I love this dog, this is one of the most difficult demises I've witnessed.



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The start o' the blog

Jaadii (my 10 year old Basenji) isn't doing well; he's gone on a hunger strike again. I can smell his kidney failure in his breath, he's losing weight again, and his renal values (blood drawn last Thursday) stink. I don't know how much longer he can hang on with these numbers, but it doesn't look good. The moms (mine and my hubby's) arrive in a week, Deanna (friend of 20 years) visits in May, and I'll be meeting my co-breeder (of Basenjis) in Rhode Island in September. I hope he can make it till September, but that might be hoping a bit too much. Time will tell.



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