Wow, I haven't blogged in a while.  When Sydney Sue was sick, especially at the end, I didn't cook much, so all of my blogs became about her and her updates, and not about food.  After she passed, I took a bit of a break from things.  We're getting everything back together.  Jessie went to a new adoptive home a a few weeks ago; they bounced him the very next day after he kept trying to eat their cat.

The day after Shae was chattering for her dinner, we woke up early, and I ushered the kids out to potty. I went back inside, leaving the front door open for the dogs to come back in, and I turned on the coffee pot and was waiting for it to brew. Interrupting the silence, I heard a long, solemn "rooooooo".  I could tell it was from Stewart. I went outside to check on him, and saw him standing on the patio, his head straight up in the air, and he rooooooed again.

It's been so hard this week without Sydney Sue.  The house just seems so empty without her. She was my rock, my constant, my unflappable girl.  When we woke up Tuesday morning, Stewart and Shae padded around, looking lost and sad.  We went outside to potty, we made coffee. It was so quiet.  I finally fed them breakfast, having had put it off so that I didn't have to deal with the reality of only filling 3 bowls.  I left Sydney's food bowl where it always has been, a silent sentinel in her memory.  I didn't go to work that day.

4-26-09

The good news is that her weight is up to 62.5 lbs, that's a lot better than the 54 she was at for the last visit.  She looks like hell, with the sores and the pee-colored fur and her fur just looks crappy even without the staining.  She was laying on the rug in the entry way when the vet came out, he thought she was dying. That's a bad sign.  She wasn't, well, she is, but right that minute she was just being a typical greyhound, why be upright when you can pass out on the floor with your tongue hanging out.