Cleo was Obie's kitty. When he was deathly ill as a puppy, she nursed him, kept him warm, bathed him, and was his companion. It seems only fitting 5.5 yrs later, that he did the same for her while she suffered from CRF

 She helped me raise 4 litters of puppies, was my best bed buddy, and I am lost without her.  Less than a year later, I lost her puppy to bone cancer. It's just not fair.

6/2/06 I started the day seriously thinking I was going to have to let Cleo go. She hadn't eaten on her own in almost 3 days, I'd had to forcefeed her through a syringe. She was starting to get lethargic, and had lost weight. Talking to my vet, we decided to try Epogen (for her anemia) as a last ditch effort to help her feel good enough to eat. I ordered it, and came straight home from work, worried that she had crashed while I was gone.

On a whim, I let Obie in and came up stairs. She was, as usual, laying on the bed. At the sight of HER puppy, Cleo got excited. She did her happy dance for him(She loves all puppies, but he is her special baby), and he gave her gentle kisses. As you can tell, the feeling is mutual.

I put down his Pedigree food and Cleo moved on it and actually chowed down. She didn't eat a lot
(She hasn't eaten a lot in one sitting since this all began), but she ate more than she has on her own in the last few days. I then picked her up for some snuggle time on the couch after making  a smoked turkey sandwich and she pushed her way up into my arms to steal turkey bits. I, like a good mom, pulled bits out to share with her, she ate almost all of them with gusto. Again, more than she'd eaten or shown interest in eating in days.

Just before bed time, I opened a can of her favorite food and she again ate a bit.
 I got up at 2:30 and she came with me, and is eating kibble and drinking. And I can't believe less than 24 hrs ago, I was in tears crying that I'd have to let her go. She's only 11.5, we've been fighting this for 4 months, and up until this last week, she's been gaining ground.

Was it Obie? Or was it just that she was feeling much better? Who knows, but  I like to think it
was the power of love. It gave me almost a month more with her, and I'm so thankful for all the time I got.

Enough with the camera already!

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