Sunny, for those keeping track
We went back to the vet today. Sunny is to be weaned off the prednisone she's currently on for inflammation as soon as possible so she can go back on the NSIAD that slows tumor growth. The vet listened to her chest for a while and asked if an x-ray or two would be all right with us. We said okay, with a bad feeling about it. It turns out her lungs have a scattering of little tumors, the biggest showing up as about the size of a thumbprint. There were two thumbprints and rather more little ones -- pea-sized, mostly. More again if they zoomed in. The vet says about three months now, maybe. This is about three more months than I was expecting last night, when she was pretty clearly in pain. Today, though, she seems chipper.
"Chipper," in this case, meaning that when she was closed in the bathroom with me this morning and Spouse took the other dogs out to play, she seriously considered going out the window to join them. Never mind the window was closed. Never mind it's above the bathtub. Definitely never mind that it's four feet from the floor in the bathroom and at least ten from the ground outside. She thought about it anyway. I figure if she stops eating or stops playing, it's time.
I write a lot of stories about people who love each other but end up in different time frames -- immortals with mortals, for instance. There's one with a devil who almost misses his chance because the woman he loves has become old while he tries to decide what to do about her. This sort of thing may actually be inspired by pet ownership. They go flying by us so fast. Maybe I should consider parrots and tortoises.
For now, life goes on. I need to figure out a tax form, clean up all the papers in the house, pay for the old house's roof, and so on. I have added up the massive numbers for Hogwarts points, which means I'm almost prepped for balancing the checkbook. Meanwhile, Rachel Maddow is reporting on infrastructure in a way that only sounds a little like the end of the world. I like the woman, but I do find it a shame that so much of the news she finds worth covering is the end of the world.
YAWN! Oh, yes. I also need to put sheets on the bed. I had to wash the dog hairs out (which is to say that the dog hairs will be clean ones. I harbor no illusions that there will not be dog hairs). I believe Dustin is currently under the bed, which is gradually becoming more difficult for him. If he outgrows the spot, I do hope he discovers it from the outside going under, rather than from the underside going out. We just don't need that much excitement around here.
"Chipper," in this case, meaning that when she was closed in the bathroom with me this morning and Spouse took the other dogs out to play, she seriously considered going out the window to join them. Never mind the window was closed. Never mind it's above the bathtub. Definitely never mind that it's four feet from the floor in the bathroom and at least ten from the ground outside. She thought about it anyway. I figure if she stops eating or stops playing, it's time.
I write a lot of stories about people who love each other but end up in different time frames -- immortals with mortals, for instance. There's one with a devil who almost misses his chance because the woman he loves has become old while he tries to decide what to do about her. This sort of thing may actually be inspired by pet ownership. They go flying by us so fast. Maybe I should consider parrots and tortoises.
For now, life goes on. I need to figure out a tax form, clean up all the papers in the house, pay for the old house's roof, and so on. I have added up the massive numbers for Hogwarts points, which means I'm almost prepped for balancing the checkbook. Meanwhile, Rachel Maddow is reporting on infrastructure in a way that only sounds a little like the end of the world. I like the woman, but I do find it a shame that so much of the news she finds worth covering is the end of the world.
YAWN! Oh, yes. I also need to put sheets on the bed. I had to wash the dog hairs out (which is to say that the dog hairs will be clean ones. I harbor no illusions that there will not be dog hairs). I believe Dustin is currently under the bed, which is gradually becoming more difficult for him. If he outgrows the spot, I do hope he discovers it from the outside going under, rather than from the underside going out. We just don't need that much excitement around here.