It is so heartbreaking each day to watch Salt physically shrivel up and become a shell of her former shelf. She can't walk, she can't eat, and she can't even keep her eyes open. She has lost her voice, and her breathing sounds strained. I have to force-feed her two meals a day, usually by shoving the food down her throat. Because she can barely stand, she falls down into her own waste whenever she tries to go to the bathroom, so I am constantly washing her. When she sleeps, I have to keep checking whether she is still alive. She was mistaken to be deceased several times. The process of watching a dog in its final days is one of the hardest things I have ever experienced. My heart aches for her.