The shelf life for fat in a hairy blanket is LONG.

And now, I am going to tell you how the UNHEALTHIEST dog in history is probably going to outlive me.

We have a dog named Bailey. If you have read this blog for any amount of time, you might recall that I cried for hours one day this winter because I was sure she was dying. If you have ever seen her in person, you would understand this, because I'm not sure how long fat can survive in a furry tube before it explodes.

When we got Bailey, 6 months after our wedding, she was the runt of the liter.

And then we got her spayed, and her stomach swelled in a weird and disproportionate way, and we knew something was really wrong. And that something was an allergy to disolvable stitches. A second surgery and a drainage tube later, she was good as new.

The dog has eaten COUNTLESS bags of chocolate. We have called the vet so many times of this very issue, I can't even tell you. M&M's, candy bars, energy bars, a half tube of Crisco, too many loaves of bread to count. Our sugar container has bite marks on it, from where she once tried to violate it.

Two years after we added Bailey to the family, we had G. And the dog started to get lazy and lethargic, which we attributed to jealousy. But eventually, after much Internet research, I became convinced that she was dying of heart worm. See, I've always been crazy.

To the doctor we went. They drew blood, and OH! It turns out she had a thyroid deficiency. Which meant, she would take doggie uppers for life. They have ZERO effect on her, fyi.

Fast forward a few years. We had the sick chickens/twins and Bailey remained fat and lazy. And one day we noticed that she seemed to be in pain. And she wasn't eating, which is the ONLY activity she did beside sleeping. Dying, of course.

Back to the vet. Blood work, x-rays. HUNDREDS of bladder stones. It appears her body cannot process something in normal dog food. All of her food must now be purchased from the vet from this point forward, which is REALLY freakin' inconvenient at midnight on a random Sunday.

But now, she is 10 years old, and has had a slew of health problems since, well, birth.

So for the past week, I've noticed her peeing A LOT. Mostly because I step in it, just so we're upfront and honest about how her health is becoming totally gross. And I was about to kill her myself one day when I noticed blood.

Which got continually worse.

HAS to be organ liquification, right? Ulcers, some incurable cancer?

I made Mike take her to the doctor, because I knew they would tell us she needed to be put down. After the episode in February, I've kind of made peace with it, knowing the time is near. I figured we would bring her home and snuggle her and feed her ice cream (and chocolate) and let her sleep in our bed where she would proceed to snore louder than an 80-year old.

Only to find out she has the sugars.

Diabetes.

Totally treatable, with DAILY insulin shots.

I am not kidding when I tell you that she looks like she could drop dead at any second. And she's looked that way for 6 YEARS! But apparently she is the queen of obscure, yet treatable, disorders.

When asked how long Bailey would last with proper treatment, we were told YEARS. As in more than a week. With insulin shots and special food and non-disolvable stitches.

**As a sidenote, thanks to all of you who are praying for my friend, Becky. I got to spend some time with her tonight and meet sweet Sadie, and it was awesome. Sadie is doing great and Becky is hanging out and giving her body some time to get itself back in order--there aren't a lot of answers, but she looks and sounds better than she has in, well, awhile.