We survived the New Years Eve fireworks--Gracie was a nervous wreck for over 6 hours. We did our best to keep her calm; running the a/c, television on and snuggling close. At 12:50 the last pop went off....we could finally sleep.
With the loss of Schatzie, we are now a family of three. We did an early morning hike at a nearby bike trail that has a elevated view of the ocean. Observing our first whales of the season was on our agenda, the whales cooperated. During our walk Gracie was reluctant to keep moving and Ron had to carry her a considerable distance. I attributed it to lack of sleep and sadness in losing her sister.
Later in the day I took her for a ride in the car, destination--Petco (she loves rides in the car) Her sadness continued, but now I don't think it's sadness. There is definitely something going on with her. Once back home she had another episode of not being able to get up on her own or even walk and has no interest in food. We watched as she panted heavily and wasn't real responsive. The whole ordeal lasted approximately an hour, it's exhausting to witness. As I type this she is resting comfortably on her bed, we shall see what tomorrow brings.
I have to admit Ron and I are both quite scared...