Paisley

She is breathing noisily on my arm. I can feel her breathe; hot and wet. It is faster than it has been in the prior 7 years. It keeps me awake. Worried. On edge. But when it slows and becomes more quiet I am also awake. I have joked in the past that I must have some form of autism, because I really do like my dogs better than most people! I'm pretty sure I have always been a bit extreme on dog spoiling...she has a car seat! But, I always assumed that Paisley Star would live her full life span of 18+ years. I have gained acceptance of the fact that I will never have a rug in my home until I am approximately 40 something years old. That is just one of many sacrifices I have made out of love for my dog. Now, I am just hoping for one day more and then another and another etc. I come home each day with a slight pang in my chest for fear that she won't be alive. She has this way of looking at me that makes me believe that I am the most important person in the world. She depends on me entirely and in return she gives me all the love that her 11 pound body can give. I have to credit her with getting me through some of the toughest times in my life. She listens without passing judgment. She never gives advise when advise is not needed (well, actually she never does). She never interrupts and never interjects her opinions. She just cuddles and gives a few licks here and there. I can't stand the thought of losing her to a terrible disease. I have done everything to give her the absolute best chance at survival and nothing seems to be working. I'm not giving up hope!! But, I'm also not naive to the facts. If love itself can cure, Paisley should be making a full recovery soon. I love love love this dog. (some of you may think I am crazy, but that is OK)