Everything went very well with Gaby's Dox day this week, the second Dox treatment in her 12 week protocol. Man, with all of the chemicals going in her - the Doxirubicin treatment plus the prednisone, cytoxin, etc, I can't believe one poor little delicate flower can take all of that.
I notice that she sits up and pants alot after her Vet days. I don't think it really matters what she gets at the vet, she stresses. I can look in her eyes the days after her Dox days and can see that she struggles with the drugs corsing thru her veins.
Am I doing the right thing? Is it right with this world that I delay her inevitable demise by buying her a year or two? The days when I really look in her eyes after a heavy dose of drugs the answer is No. She seems to ask me "Daddy, Please let me go.".
The other 6 days a week I see a "I don't know what you are talking about Daddy, Fuck it, let's party!" I think for 90 percent of the time, we are doing the right thing.
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