Rose started throwing up bile last night...

Rose started throwing up bile last night because she's barely eaten in 3 days. She won't eat inside unless it's a treat from our hands to her mouth. Won't eat out of her bowl. Won't lick a plate. Nothing.

Her dish outside had to be moved (we kept it in the patio - now sunroom) and of course she won't eat in the sunroom. But she also won't eat with her dish moved.

I really don't know how this dog would survive without us. I actually don't understand how she's surviving with us not knowing what to do when she's not too ok. I don't think "If she's starving, she'll eat" applies to her judging by how thin she was when we got her back after 11 days of being missing last year. The people who found her couldn't get her to eat, either. 

On the bright side, Shaun was able to coax her to eat a little bit last night. And she did run through the sunroom of her own accord to go outside with Shaun and Cubba this morning. She's yet to come back in, but at least she's not out there barking. Yet.

This dog is sweet, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't question whether her life with us is acceptable. She seems anxious and hypervigilant and scared constantly - never relaxed. Days like this make me feel like we're trying to force her to live. The only joy in her life is play.

I know what a monster this thought makes me sound like, but with an expensive surgery coming up should we go through with that? Or release her from the burden that life seems to be for her? I promise this is not me speaking out of frustration, but even her best days look so uncomfortable to me. 😕