Coco isn’t doing well.
She woke up this morning in severe pain, howling pain. That’s so hard to hear from your dog. We think it’s her sciatica, which has been present for a couple weeks now, but man, it definitely ratcheted up a giant notch this morning. She was even incontinent for a hot second.
She’s a little better now. I’m hoping she’ll be able to sleep through the night. This morning, she couldn’t even lay down without being in immense pain. Liz had to hold her so that her back legs dangled for several hours before it calmed down and the meds really kicked in.
A rough day. An intense day. I got my book off to my cowriter in its final form. It’s been uploaded to Amazon. It publishes next week. It’s in. It’s done. We will fulfill our pre-order. Just. In. Time.
I a bit wiped, honestly. I have a shit ton of work to finish for Netflix this week, I have the conference next week, and now Coco is sick. It’s a lot.
It really is the pain that’s so hard to see. If she’s in pain and there’s nothing we can do about it, that’s it. I’ll say goodbye. I’m not going to let her suffer like that. It’s the worst case scenario, by far, to watch that kind of suffering.
She’s not suffering right now. She just let out a big sigh, which means she’s content. She’s alert. Her back legs work, even if it is crazy painful to use them. I don’t know how we’re going to let her poop tomorrow. Half hold her, maybe? I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. She’s not even shivering in pain right now. Thank god. I hope she’s better in the morning.
Night night.