Not as quickly as hoped.

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A full meal, chicken, potato, and veggies.  The broccoli was slightly overdone.  The rest was spot on.  Crisp skin, cooked to well without becoming dry chicken.  Very nice.  When it is time to bury Sam, she will get a few chicken thighs, all to herself.  I am so used to her begging for my food, especially chicken.  It was so annoying, and yet I miss it.

Sassy isn't interested.  She just likes her canned food.  I am doing a trick with her I learned with, because of, Sam.  I am feeding her half a can of food, then, later, when she asks for food again, giving her the other half.  I figure two cans should do her quite well, per day.  And, so far, I am right.

There at the end, I couldn't feed Sam enough.  I kept adding to what I would feed her.  This last week or two she was eating, say, four cans herself, plus a reasonable amount of dry food.  The cancer was getting it all though.  What amazed me is how good of a mood she was in.

She truly was amazing.  She loved seeing me, would follow or lead wherever I would go.  She wanted to be with me.  A miracle girl.  I really wanted her to make it to one more summer.  She so loved summers.  I think she knew though, for when it would get above freezing, say 34 or 36, she would go out... try to enjoy.  I think she knew her time was coming, and she wanted some outdoor time.  Though, too, she would often go out in the severe cold, when I would be feeding the rabbits.  Just tail along.  Looking up, catching my eye from time to time.  Making sure I remember she was out with me, so as not to leave her out.

I can't believe how little Sassy is eating.  Strange, really.  Sometimes I thought she was begging, because she was talking to me.  So I would go get her food, and that... she wouldn't eat.  It wasn't food she wanted.  So, now, when we talk, I ask her if she is hungry.  If yes, she gets really chatty, if not she just looks a bit confused.  No dummy there.  She wasn't interested in the chicken, or bones.  I may be able to help her lose some weight, now, though.  Without Sam to push for constant feeding, and her lack of interest, two cans of feed a day should help her lose weight.

I'd love to get her to come with me on chores.  Especially now that it is warmer.  It is 42 out today!  Sam would have been in seventh heaven.  I'd like to get Sassy to enjoy going out, even if it is just with me.  Besides, I miss my little tag.  We'll see.

Now I have to rest a bit, and digest dinner.  But what a wonderful meal.  I haven't eaten that truly well in a long time.  Two thighs, a potato, and a bit too many veggies.  Still, once in a while it is good to slightly overdo.  Water, mostly, then a fatted coffee later, and my food has been handily handled.

Some gaming, then to dishes and boxes, if I can.  Maybe some laundry, or at least a basket of the stuff to the upstairs as I go to bed.  I'll... keep trying.  It's taking the wind out of my sails, having Sam not be there.  I'll get busy, forget, and then become worried.  Only to remember.  I have been worried I would find her, dead, somewhere... or she would hide, and die, somewhere.   That time was short to arrive.  She was so spirited and graceful through it though.  If she were just laying around, or moaning, or something, it would have been so much easier.

Anyway...  Yea.  To gaming, for an hour or two.  Then on to dishes, or boxes in the spare bedroom.  Hopefully I can get both done today.  I really will give it my best shot.  It is too bad Sam won't get to see the house all cleaned up, and cleared.  I know she would have enjoyed it.  Even if her bone horde would have been confiscated and removed.  It'll take a while to find all her hidey holes.  She would just chew on them, constantly, when she didn't have other food.  She was trying her best, and doing well.  But it was time.

Later.