Yesterday Valkrys developed an inflamed pancreas.
She has always been our special girl, a true heroine, and the smartest dog I have ever known.
At close to 18 years of age, she has lived a long and happy life. As the day progresses, it is looking less likely that she will pull through. She hasn't moved since drinking water last night at 9pm then laying down on her pillow-bed. She refuses water and the scrambled eggs.
It is a sad and anxious day.