Shy came home from the stabby place. I heard my folks talking and they have leaky eyes. Shy weighs 6 pounds. Shy has lymphoma. I know that’s a bad word because my Momma’s Poppa recently went away because of that.
I heard my folks talking and saying they aren’t going to subject Shy to heroic measures with chemotherapy and what have you. She already is so weak and can barely move. Her breathing is now labored and rattling.
They brought her home so they could have one last night with her and to let her have one last night in her own home with us, her sisters.
Tomorrow they are taking her in to help Shy over The Rainbow Bridge.