Sooo.... she slept 3 hours. I've been restless, dozing in and out. Brutus, once he's down for the night is as stationary as the couch he lays on, always has been. UNLESS, he has to go outside. Then and only then does he get up in the middle of the night. AZ used to graze on her leftovers and water, Brutus won't budge not til morning and you better be prepared to forklift him if necessary. So, now as he is ailing and has a hard time sensing his bladder and bowel, if he's moving at 2 am chances are he's already going. And he was noisy as he dragged himself by her door, which was wide open. It's only three hours later, I know she's not hungry. So now we are crying it out again, second time in one night. I know in the long run this is important, but damn, everything in me hurts about this. My heart, my head, my ears. I ache for her, crying because Brutus woke her, he's not at fault, he's a good boy. I want to go in, hold her and comfort her. I went in after I finished cleaning the little bit of mess - I caught it in time and sent daddy outside with him- so I don't know how long that was. Rubbed her back, said I loved her and that it's time to go to sleep. She's been winding down as I type, but every time I think she's calmed and is comforting herself back to sleep and is quiet she starts up again. But I know if I go in there it will only rejuvenate her efforts. This. SUCKS dirty jock straps dipped in fertilizer mud.....
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