Our home is big sad without our dog sweets. It’s strange how quiet things become when just one presence is missing. Sweets has been at the vet since Friday, and even though we know she’s in good hands, the silence in our home is heavy. Dolly doesn’t understand where her mother has gone. She searches the house, sniffing in every corner, waiting by the door, hoping to find her. But Sweets isn’t here, and we don’t know exactly when she will be coming home.

The First Signs

It started on Thursday. Sweets wasn’t acting like herself. She hadn’t eaten anything, which was unusual for her, and she seemed uncomfortable. We noticed she hadn’t gone to the bathroom either. She was constipated and just… off. At first, we weren’t overly worried. Dogs have their bad days, just like people. Still, we took her to the vet, just to be sure.

They checked her out and didn’t find anything wrong. No fever, no signs of an infection, no obvious cause for concern. The vet told us to keep an eye on her and bring her back if things didn’t improve. We went home, hoping that by morning, she would feel better.

She didn’t.

The Decline

By Friday, Sweets was getting worse. She was weak, barely moving, and still refused to eat. We knew something was seriously wrong. When we took her back to the vet, the situation quickly became more concerning.

Her temperature was 104.1—far too high. They ran blood tests, and the results were alarming. Her liver wasn’t functioning properly. The vet couldn’t say for sure what was causing it, but they were worried. She needed immediate care—fluids, antibiotics, constant monitoring.

We had a choice to make: try to manage her care at home or admit her to the vet hospital.

We love Sweets too much to take chances. The decision was easy and it was best to leave her in their hands, where she could get the medical attention she needed.

Leaving her there was one of the hardest things we’ve had to do.

The Waiting Game

Saturday morning, we went to visit her. Walking into that vet office without a leash in hand, without her excited tail wagging at our side, felt wrong. We were anxious, expecting the worst. But the vet had good news—or at least, not bad news.

Sweets hadn’t gotten any worse.

She was still weak, still not herself, but the downward spiral had stopped. That, at least, was something.

She lay there, hooked up to IVs, looking at us with tired eyes. We talked to her, stroked her fur, told her she was a good girl. She leaned into our touch, but she didn’t have the strength to do much more than that. It was heartbreaking to see her like this, but we clung to hope.

We’ll see her again on Monday. Maybe by then, she’ll be a little better.

Dolly’s Confusion and Big Sad

At home, Dolly is lost.

She doesn’t understand why her mother isn’t here. Checking every room, every favorite sleeping spot, the backyard—over and over. Sniffing the air, she whines softly, and waits by the back door like she expects Sweets to walk in at any moment.

She won’t eat much, and she’s been unusually clingy, following us from room to room. We can’t explain it to her. We can only comfort her as best as we can.

And really, we’re doing the same thing she is—waiting, hoping, and feeling the weight of Sweets’ absence in every quiet moment.

Holding Onto Hope

It’s been a hard few days, and we know there are still difficult ones ahead. We don’t know exactly what’s wrong, and that’s terrifying. But Sweets is strong. She’s a fighter.

For now, all we can do is wait and hope.

And pray that soon, the house won’t feel so empty anymore.