That actually isn't her but looks just like her in her younger years. She isn't well. We had her to the vet yesterday and I thought it would be her last day because Wednesday was awful. But, she was better and my husband backed down. So, she is home, sleeping a lot. My spouse hasn't been taking care of her as much as I so he doesn't really see she doesn't feel well. I am making him help with her more - got him up at 5:30 this morning to help get her downstairs and out. Expecting hIm to come home over lunch. She didn't look good this morning but was better this afternoon. So, we wait and see. Personally, I hope she passes in her sleep and it is over. I hate seeing her feel crummy. It breaks my heart.
My mood goes up and down. Mostly down. I have been better about taking the Ativan because it helps keep me from panicking. I can't say I think more clearly but the thoughts aren't going in 50 directions at once. I try to adjust my definition of success... For now it is getting to the end of the day.