Messages From This Side of the Bridge
January 21st 2013 9:18 pm
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Mom was petting me last night, and my collar almost came off. She felt my neck and she couldn't believe how small it felt. She asked her kids, "Does Zane look skinnier to you, I think I can see ribs more?" "Yes," the girl replied, "you can see his spine." Mom looked worried, so I moved my face closer to her face. "And he's been more vocal, too. I guess I should take him and weigh him tomorrow." This was not good, going to work with mom is never good. I have been talking alot more: whining, groaning, above average doberman banter. I compulsively lick my feet, self soothing they call it. I fall over quite often, getting weak from the protein loss. But, still happy. I went to work today, and got weighed. Mom looked down, I don't think she liked the numbers that came up. The doctor smiled at me. Mom said I was getting weaker. "Well, we got him a little more time, didn't we?" he said. I wore my birthday coat because it was snowing and I felt proud . When it was time for a potty break, I didn't want to walk in the snow but mom made me. Another urine collection. It showed numbers that Mom did not expect. In 3 weeks, my urine protein level jumped to an unheard of 680. This is devastating news. Mom feels helpless because there is nothing that can be done. She just has to wait until I need help to the Bridge. But, tonight, I'm chewing on my squeeky birthday ball. And, this time, Bridgit can't have it.