Harley does not have great nights, which means that I don't either. She was sleeping so well this morning though. I had to sneak out of bed so I wouldn't disturb her.
I'm trying to keep her from going up and down the stairs as much as possible, but she wants to follow me everywhere. Even in her condition, she won't just relax.
I washed her bed again and put the cover back on, but ti's sort of lumpy now. I think I will have to go to Costco and get her a new one.
She was struggling a lot today and I contacted one of the wheel chair companies, who never contacted me back. My parents are against the wheel chair idea, but what other option do I have? I would try anything!
Harley took out one of her toys from her basket. She still has some spunk left.
Funny thing is my mom was watching the movie Pure Country tonight with George Strait. That's the reason why I named Harley Harley (after the girl in that movie).
The dogs followed me downstairs to go to bed, and Daisy started to get Harley going and was chasing her. I had to quickly put an end to that. Poor Harley sometimes forgets her limitations. I'm not sure if it's because she has Dementia.
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