The time is coming

Although I haven't talked to Joe yet this morning (I flew to Chicago yesterday), it appears that the end of Daisy's life is closer than we had hoped. It's been frustrating. We've done all we could for her and I feel that we might have actually shortened her life. She enjoyed last weekend and on Tuesday morning, she even came up the stairs in the morning like she used to and curled up in the door bed there while I showered (like she always used to). She or Hattie always are my morning company but it's been all Hattie lately. Joe and I went off to Las Vegas for business and took Daisy and Chaco to TLC for boarding and brought in a dog sitter for Nestle and Hattie. When we returned the next day, Daisy's bleeding had picked back up and the tumor had grown. We already had an appointment Thursday for a possible blood transfusion and when we arrived, they had several emergencies. We ended up staying three hours. The longer we were there, the worse that Daisy looked. The vet didn't appear hopeful that a transfusion would be helpful. While they took her blood, we pretty much decided that we would euthanize her that afternoon before it got worse. But they brought her back and said her platelets were better than they thought they were. So we went ahead with the transfusion and picked her up late Thursday night. Yesterday, I left for Chicago and Joe took her to the holistic vet (an appointment that had been set a week ago). They did an ozone treatment and B12 shot. Joe said she was running around the house and fighting Nestle for Chaco's food (Daisy won). The question is: how long will it last?