So the last few days, my dear, sweet Bella's been in the hospital.

A chocolate Pommeranian, she's developed some sort of autoimmune disease, which is causing her body to basically eat all her blood cells. We managed to cure the condition for a few months with steroids, but she has relapsed, and it seems as if nothing is working.

For the last few days I've tried to remain optimistic, and have been brought to tears more by how torn up my mother is than by her condition. But today, even I can feel the beginnings of sadness in my eyes.

She is but four years old. A sweet, dense little ball of fur. We are hoping her new blood transfusion and some drugs can fix this, but if it doesn't work tonight, we plan to stop attempting treatment, make her a princess for a day, and then grant her peace.

I have never really considered myself very religious, but I nonetheless pray before bed, clinging to the hope someone can hear me and will give her more time... be it weeks or months, even.

I've begun tasking my family with trying to pray (much to the raising of many eyebrows). Nothing elaborate, just a simple plea to the Heavens. I even attempted to use some of my occultic learnings on her during my visit. To say we have done everything, requires us to actually do so.

The latest report says her survival rate has doubled, which is better than the last survival increase.

Here's hoping tomorrow, her chances are even greater.

And now, a piece of music that I've been using to try and keep my hopes up: http://www.youtube.com/watch/?&.....feature=relmfu