Gipsy is not doing too well. She's been diagnosed with couching and is just going downhill fast. Her liver is a wreck - shes drinking about 5-6 waterbowls a day, resulting her need to go outside alot - and she's starting to have accidents in the house - and not even noticing. Her fur is all frizzy - and she's blond because she hasn't changed her fur in about a year now. She's pretty wobbely all over, though that may be from old age. Her ears aren't as alert as they used to be - and she doesn't see everything. My biggest fear is loosing her - without being able to say good-bye. She's been one of my constants. My childhood dog, the one who was there when I was afraid of the dark and snuck into my bed - and the one friend I had when we moved back to Germany and I didn't know anyone. Seems like it was just yesterday we brought that little ball of fur home - not 13 years ago.