I watch her as she pants on her bed, the stain from her drool dark under her head and chin. Deciding to pet her one last time before bed, I kneel next to her and began stroking her head. Just as I begin rubbing her neck under her collar she wags her tail! Up and down, three or four times the white tip of her tail softly brushes the air. There is enjoyment in there somewhere. Just a little, but enough to help keep me going. I can make the effort for a little longer. Ah, Bella, you read my mind. You knew I really needed this.
This morning Bella ate as usual, getting off her bed like it was no big deal.