Thanks to everyone who's asked how she's doing, how Penny and Carter are doing, and how I'm doing.
Two and a half weeks ago, she was showing signs of shortness of breath, and was increasingly reluctant to walk more than a few yards. That Saturday, we went to the vet, and learned Auggie has terminal lung cancer. She was suffering from a buildup of fluid around her lungs, heart, and stomach, and having two liters of fluid extracted that day made her feel MUCH better, fast.
For the last two weeks, she's been a bouncy little piglet, happily hopping everywhere. She not only isn't refusing to walk beyond the yard like she was, she's insisting on walking a little farther than I normally would. Planting her feet when I try to head back to the house. Telling me we're not done yet.
The last couple of days, there've been signs again of breathing trouble, but not yet to the point that it's slowing her down. If the fluid builds up again, maybe we can drain it again and she'll be OK again for a while. If that's not too traumatic for her and it means weeks of happy piglet, we might do it again. When it feels like it's too much for her, or when it doesn't leave her happy and bouncy, I'm not going to keep putting her through it.
Two weeks ago, I didn't know if we had hours or days left, and didn't dare dream of weeks.
Now I think we have at least weeks, and I'm daring to dream of months. There's no cure, but as long as there are more good days than bad, we keep going.
Working from home for what's likely to be weeks if not months means my little piglet gets all the quality time I can possibly offer. Walks. Romps. Treats. Excursions. Cuddles.
Ten years ago, thanks to Kat, Auggie got her first new lease on life. Three years ago, when we were looking for a new home for her, she informed us she'd found it. Two weeks ago, she decided she wasn't done. Two minutes ago, she climbed up on the couch and licked my tears.
Never give up.