Day 178 of Ania's Diary

It is bitterly cold and Ania's breathing is laboured. I can hear her rasping from across the room. She is so tired that we have kept the walks short. It has been a slow plod for Ania. We only have to get through until Monday afternoon for her acupuncture and I know that she  will be well again.
Fudge is not himself and is following me everywhere today. He look so sad and just will not settle. Now I have sat down he is cuddled into me with Abby the other side of me.
Another good friend whose dog has DI has emailed me with the name of a drug her dog has and it has worked, this time to put in the side of his mouth. I will talk to the vet about it when we go on Monday.
The sewing seems to have gone out the window but I just have to start it up again.
We have only been home for a week but there is always so much to do and today has been spent making biscuits and treats for the dogs.