Nose

We've known since March that she is dying of bladder cancer. The signs are there. This is the first time in her life that she doesn't turn into a panting, pacing idiot when there's thunder. She doesn't care about thunder anymore. She doesn't care when people knock or the mailbox lid slams down hard. She just sleeps. The old nose still wants to sniff everything when we walk, though. She still loves that and still appears to enjoy eating. Every day I wish that she could speak and tell me how she feels, if she's hurting, what she wants me to do for her but that isn't going to happen, is it.