Prayers for my dog's upcoming tests, please

Dear Salamander,

It sounds like Hrafi is still hanging on... we are all praying for you and Hrafi.

Our cat, Gracie, is still struggling. Last week, we started giving fluids via IV at home. She now gets the IV once a day. She eats 50% of what she used to eat and sleeps all day. Fortunately, her sister Sandy looks after her.

He’s happy as a clam and blissfully oblivious.
I’m the one dying inside.
Still wanting to run and play but forbidden to do so.
His leg is not bothering him even a tiny bit thank God.
How am I supposed to look him in the face if I let them chop off a leg he’s happy to have?
What if it’s not cancer and they’re gung ho to believe it is because they all know better despite not being able to explain his total lack of the tiniest bit of discomfort?
(They all say it makes no sense given the agony he should be in already)
And no he is NOT stoic by any wild stretch of the imagination.
If he steps on a walnut or stone in the yard or piece of chewed up toy in the house, he goes full blown William Shatner and chews every inch of scenery available until gets over the temporary bruise.
Last week he stomped on the end of an electric cord he found and was flinging around and stood for 10 minutes, full weight on the ‘bad leg’, gobbling his supper while his good leg was suspended dramatically in mid air.
Shortly after he finished supper, he forgot his good foot was mortally wounded and started jumping from sofa to sofa.

None of this makes sense at all.

Yes I may be desperately deep in denial but it’s just a gut feeling I cannot shake and I’ve got no one in a place of power to even briefly stagger down that crazy path of other possibilities with me.

I am at the mercy of The Textbooks and covid and it seems there’s not a damn thing I can do alter this horrific course.

I would rip out the throat of anyone who dared harm this dog, with my bare teeth, in a heartbeat yet I am powerless in the face of this threat.

I swing between rage, grief, hope, despair and self loathing all day and night…and then I sit in dark parking lots alone, crying and praying.

I am so sorry about your sweet cat.
I cry for her and you, too.

All of this is just wrong.

:’(

Dear Salamander,

Gracie stopped eating on Friday. She was very weak; she walked like she was dizzy. A vet arrived at the house this morning, and put her down at 10:00 a.m. Her sister, Sandy, already misses her - we now need to watch Sandy for any changes in her moods and eating habits. Gracie was 13 years, 9 months, and 16 days old.

As you requested, I hugged Gracie for you. As soon as I figure out how to post photos on FR, I will post pictures & videos of Gracie and Sandy. And we are all still praying for Hrafi’s and your health.

D&D

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