Mom thinks the dog is dying. We had to take mom to the doctor's office after her hospital stay. When we got back, we had food and boy did the dog want it. I don't know why mom can't see the dog jumping around and playing and yet she's all "She's not OK, she's dying!" The dog is walking around without trouble. She wants to eat food. The dog is fine. Mom loves that dog, and it would be sad for all of us if she died, but she isn't any time soon. There's something wrong with Mom's brain and none of the doctors have had success in finding any pills to treat it. And I have to live with Mom moping and saying she can't do anything.