Well, I have been putting off on updating as we have gotten to a point where it has become quite emotional to think about or talk about my sweet Noel. We are day to day at this point. Her brain is definitely playing tricks on her and she gets stuck "in thought" at times and has been bumping into things. She still has the strength to get around, climb stairs (with supervision) and get into bed, though it takes her a couple tries. She still eats with a big appetite and holds her food down and poops fine, but I do fear her kidneys may be showing signs of trouble. She still loves to climb up and lay on top of me or Fred and snooze. We had her back to the vet on Monday for a re-check on her foot, which is doing fine. I freaked out somewhat at the vet's because out of no where it occurred to me what my next visit here would mean. While I usually try to remain positive, this thought caught me off guard and crushed me. They had asked me how many days of prednisone I wanted and I had said "two weeks". My brain may know what is coming, but my heart does not want to believe it. We love this special little girl so much.