“It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.” Mark Twain
it's been one year this week, that Jane was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure. It seemed to happen so fast - though from what the internal specialst said a few months before - we knew it was coming given her high grade heart murmer. We just hoped it would be later in her life ... like when she was 24 and the oldest Terrier to ever live. She is getting weaker these days, but still enjoys the simple things in life.
For the past 5 months, she has been getting Abdomencentisis every 10 days (a belly tap, where her build up of fluid is drained from her abdomen - as her right side of the heart is not functioning properly and causes the fluid build-up). She is such a trooper, and stands here for the 20 minutes it takes to drain her. Never complains, never puts up a fuss. Happily leaves the table, and takes a treat from the Vet. And every 4 weeks we fill her plethora of meds ... we have a little party.
I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I love this f'ing little dog.