A Cautious Update on Bailey
I think we’ve reached a turning point.
I had a sensible, realistic talk with Dr. B this afternoon, and we agreed on a path to follow. If Bailey did not make some kind of improvement by Friday, we would probably help her over the bridge. Under my desk, I think Bailey must have been listening to our conversation.
Around 4:15 she got out of bed and directed an insistent kind of growlie groan at me. As if to say, “WTW mom?” She followed me out to the kitchen door and decided to eat some mash potatoes. Then she had a little chicken. She kept it down and had another little meal a couple hour later.
And after each meal she had a big pee on the wrong side of the patio door. The first one was my fault because I didn’t get her outside fast enough. The second one was also my fault because I let her come back in too soon. But frankly, I don’t care if she christened the rug not once but twice. God bless her! She seems to be making some improvement.
We still don’t know what brought on this crisis to begin with. But Bailey ain’t crossing no bridge.
