So much to say, so little time
I had a pretty intense three-day weekend in which not a lot got done, and yet I did a lot.
Pumpkin and I re-arranged the furniture in our office and purged some things. Okay, mostly we purged obsolete software and a printer, and they are actually still in the house, which means that I haven't actually let them go yet. But I'm getting closer.
We also took our Sydney kitty to the vet. She was diagnosed with both chronic renal failure and hyperthyroidism about two weeks before Butternut was born. At that time, the vet said she might be alive for another six months. So, we're as surprised as anyone that she's still here two years plus later. Our good fortune (in this regard, anyway) is approaching an end. She's down to 5 lbs, 10 ozs in weight, and the vet says to think in terms of weeks, not months.
We've added a daily acid reducer and antibiotics to her medical regimen. We're monitoring her quality of life, and we hope that we will discern correctly when it is her time to go.
We've begun talking with Butternut about how we will soon need to say goodbye to "Syn," as he calls her. Her body doesn't work well anymore, and soon it will stop working. We won't see her anymore. We will miss her, and we will be sad.
Gotta run -- and that's just day one.
Pumpkin and I re-arranged the furniture in our office and purged some things. Okay, mostly we purged obsolete software and a printer, and they are actually still in the house, which means that I haven't actually let them go yet. But I'm getting closer.
We also took our Sydney kitty to the vet. She was diagnosed with both chronic renal failure and hyperthyroidism about two weeks before Butternut was born. At that time, the vet said she might be alive for another six months. So, we're as surprised as anyone that she's still here two years plus later. Our good fortune (in this regard, anyway) is approaching an end. She's down to 5 lbs, 10 ozs in weight, and the vet says to think in terms of weeks, not months.
We've added a daily acid reducer and antibiotics to her medical regimen. We're monitoring her quality of life, and we hope that we will discern correctly when it is her time to go.
We've begun talking with Butternut about how we will soon need to say goodbye to "Syn," as he calls her. Her body doesn't work well anymore, and soon it will stop working. We won't see her anymore. We will miss her, and we will be sad.
Gotta run -- and that's just day one.