Monday, 28 November 2011
It started slowly in the beginning of the week. She wasn't as happy as usual to go on our walks. Just a small thing but noticable. Then she got fever and for everyday that went she become a little bit more ill. She was tired and was breathing very shallow, but I would say still in a good spirit. Had to bark at the postman and still wanted to play a little. The cancer in her lungs had grown much faster than expected. You know already what the next sentence is going to say so I will not write it...
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Upplagd av Camilla Engman kl. Monday, November 28, 2011