LA
Well-Known Member
Last night Wayne and I got home, and went to check on the girls. I noticed that Pearl was very poofy and moving slowly so I picked her up. I knew something was not right. I gave her to Wayne and went searching for cheerios. Wayne all the while asking me what I was doing, only to be told to 'give this to her'. My heart sank as we saw her inability to hold the cheerio. I started to cry right then. If it's not PT it's something not nice. I will be taking her to the vet on Monday. I have two videos the first is of her just moving around, you can see the pushback, not sure if I captured her needing help to clean. The second one shows her eating baby food.
http://s210.photobucket.com/albums/bb13 ... 030886.flv
http://s210.photobucket.com/albums/bb13 ... 030887.flv
I know I'm wallowing in my own self pity right now. Pearl is our jokester, our funny girl. The one that they sick on us to sit at the door with her puppy dog eyes to let them out to play.
http://s210.photobucket.com/albums/bb13 ... 030886.flv
http://s210.photobucket.com/albums/bb13 ... 030887.flv
I know I'm wallowing in my own self pity right now. Pearl is our jokester, our funny girl. The one that they sick on us to sit at the door with her puppy dog eyes to let them out to play.