Coma

It's 7:41 and Coma is still sleeping.  I woke up early (as usual) and turned on Morning Joe for my morning dose of the latest happenings in the world.  I've already eaten my breakfast and am on my second cup of coffee.  I've read two articles, checked my email, fed the birds and made a grocery list.  It looks like I'll have to wake Coma to take her out for her walk.  She's sleeping more and more now, but I guess at 14 (old for a bloodhound) that's normal.  The tumor on her side is still growing--she's gained 15 pounds since May and her veterinarian thinks the weight gain is all tumor.  Consequently, she is beginning to stumble a bit and occasionally falls.  She's eating a special food to help her kidneys and it seems to be working.  She's still her sweet self and greets me every morning (usually early) and every evening (when I get home) with a wagging tail and slobbery head shake.  She's my best friend.