I can't keep from crying. Every time I compose myself, I just fall apart again. I don't like this. I don't like feeling useless or helpless.
I know that she is not suffering. That is a hallmark of this disease. But the look of embarassment when she can't get down the stairs or hold her hind up to go to the bathroom. The saddness that glows in her eyes when she wants to play tug of war and begins to bound to her rope but has to drag her back legs. These things feel like they are literally killing me.
My heart is physically breaking. I don't know how long this will last. She is so happy...
except for those back legs.