Sunday morning, she's running around and playing with her friend, Mac.
Tuesday evening, she doesn't want to get up off of the pillow.
Sunday morning, she runs into the kitchen when she hears the cereal box open.
Tuesday evening, I'm having to hand-feed her dog food to get her to eat.
Sunday morning, she's alert to every sound there is, barking at any intrusion in her neighborhood.
Tuesday evening, she stays back in the bedroom when I come in from jogging.
Just like that, I think Bailey's kidney problems have taken a turn for the disastrous, and I don't know if she's going to make it through the week.
Shit.
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