Darcy is home, stretched out on the bed. She can barely walk, but the vet thinks that will get better with being home. Getting her down the hallway took 2 rests and me holding her hips. We also went outside and drank water.
If you need me, I'll be stretched out next to where ever she is, plotting a way to never leave my house again, not for love or money, and also a way to have Sonic Route 44 delivered to my spot right here.
I would pay a lot of my "nonexistent if I become unemployed because I can't leave my dog" money for one of those right now. I was only an amateur hermit before. I think I'm about to kick that up a notch.
I have hope that she's going to be OK.
I am less sure about me.
But thank you for checking on us. I really appreciate it.