April 26th 2007 3:42 pm
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Mama had to take me to the vet for my eye. I don't make tears, so I have to have ointment put in there, and I HATE IT. Dr. Woolley said she noticed I was having too much trouble breathing and mama felt so bad because she's so used to my piggy sounds that she didn't even notice it was getting worse. Plus I ALREADY HAD a surgery to correct my breathing. Sometimes when I'm sleeping I stop breathing altogether and it scares my mom and dad.

Anyway, it turns out that my larynx is collapsing. Mom is so sad because the doctor couldn't tell her if it will stop collapsing even after this second corrective surgery. Dad is mad because two weeks after I was adopted, they tried to fix this and were told that my tongue was too big and there was nothing else to be done. That wasn't true, and now I am suffering for it. My family is very sad that my time here may be limited. I am getting lots of love and prayers from mama's friends on the Woofboard. They are such wonderful Boston lovers...I hope my doggie angel is listening...I'm not ready to go yet. I want to stay and wiggle some more.

Sorry this is a sad diary entry. Keep good thoughts for me, k?