Before I get to anything else, I need to stop for a moment and send some comfort to a friend, who had to say goodbye to her beloved, beautiful kitty this weekend. I don’t remember whether he was 17 or 18, but she gave him a very good life. He was one of the prettiest cats I’ve ever seen, with a sweet nature, soulful eyes and a massive rumbling purr.
I wish I could take my friend’s pain away. But of course, I can’t. The passing of time has to do its healing work. Bye, sweet boy. Hope you’re enjoying kitty treats and rolling in catnip somewhere.
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(wiping eyes) OK. Onward and hopefully upward. I’m almost scared to utter this, but the worst may be over with John. The PICC thing in his arm isn’t as hideous as I thought. It’s inside his left arm, and he has a ribbed sleeve that goes over it and covers everything up. The procedure for giving himself the antibiotics is a bit involved (a lot of disinfecting, injecting saline solution before and after the meds, etc.), but he has it down. I bought him a plastic sleeve for the shower, so he doesn’t have to worry about getting it wet. And now they’re saying it might be four weeks instead of six.
This weekend, for the first time in weeks, I spent both Friday and Saturday night there and I slept in his bed. He’s not feverish and thrashing around anymore. He’s very thin, but his color is better. And he’s eating! Not a huge amount, but his appetite is definitely returning. We went out for meals and it did my heart good to watch him clean his plate every time. Today after eating a large brunch, he still walked through Whole Foods and helped himself to every one of the free samples. “Oh, sweetie — these are so good. You need to get one for yourself.” Yeah, right. They weren’t for me; he wanted seconds! That made me very happy. We also plowed through piles of backed-up mail, caught up with all his bills and threw out a ton of trash. Funny how de-cluttering also unclutters your mind.
Sooo… may the slow return to health continue. I can’t pretend he won’t need heart surgery sooner or later, because he will. But for now, we don’t have to think about that.
Meanwhile, I get to play tomorrow night. Got any clue as to how I feel about that?
(thank you, Dave Wolfe, for that caricature) 🙂
I need some fun and laughs. And now I can enjoy myself, knowing John is finally on the right path. So bring it, New Guy. I’m ready.
Thanks again, guys, for all the good thoughts.