We feel guilty. Guilty that she is in this pain. Guilty that we didnt get her diagnosed earlier. And I I think mostly guilty that we have subjected her to a lifetime of harassment by our darling toddler, Brooke. Brooke chases her, jumps on her, and teases her. Lately she likes to poke her in the eye (seriously. she takes her finger and puts it into the dogs eye). She also steals her toys and eats her food (yes, I'm still talking about my daughter. She eats the dogs food).
To make ourselves feel a little better, we have been letting her sleep on the couch. We know that her hips are sore and she is tired. And so we have been pretending that we dont know that she is sleeping on the couch when she sneaks on and off at night. But she is getting more and more careless. First she was getting caught on the couch when we came home during the day. Then she was getting caught in the morning still sleeping on the couch when I came down to start the day. Then she stepped it up a bit more - jumping on the couch when she thought we werent around. The other day I went into the bathroom and I came out to find her there.
Today, another step. My husband was downstairs working on some stuff. I was in the kitchen doing some stuff. I looked down to wash some dishes and then this happened.
It's been a rough day. Brooke has been torturing her as usual. I felt bad so I ignored it. Mind you, it was about 7PM. Its not bedtime, we were home, and the dog decided to cuddle up on the couch.
And that wasnt it. The cuddle turned into a sprawl.
And guess where I am now? Sitting in the corner of the couch because the dog has taken up 2/3 of the thing. And she is laying next to me, passed out, snoring. And I still feel guilty. Am I a sucker, or what?