Today is my Dad’s 81st birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad!!! Luv ya!!!
It’s been almost 11 years, Mom, and I miss you and think of you often.
We’re all doing well. I think Dad is happy and has a lady who loves him and takes good care of him. I think you’d like her.
Sarah and Deb and Stacie are doing great, too, and I know you’d be crazy about your new great-grandson Justin. He’s spoiled rotten already, thanks to me!
Nanny is well, although hardly able to get around anymore, thanks to her knees. Otherwise, she is quite healthy.
If you see a chubby calico cat carrying a little pink ball around, that’s Leaky. Please give her a hug for me and tell her how much I love her and miss her, too. I’m sure she’ll recognize you and will stay with you and Garfie and Silly. Give them a hug, too!
Love you and miss you so much!
As I write this, my daughters, granddaughter and her friend are preparing for a hard truth. The elder member of my household will soon be leaving us.
Leaky is my 14-year-old Calico and she is gravely ill. What started out as a minor upper respiratory ailment earlier in the week has progressed to severe respiratory distress. A trip to the vet on Tuesday for antibiotics produced only short-term relief and yesterday her condition worsened. Back to the vet and this time she stayed for an IV and stronger antibiotics, in an attempt to break her 106.9 degree temp (101-102 is normal for cats) and worsening congestion.
I had to work last night, so I asked the vet to keep her, since she would be home alone otherwise. My kids went to visit her “in hospital” last night and called in frequent progress reports to me at work.
So my daughter brought her home last night and stayed with her until I got home at 1:30 am. She is so weak and no longer purring constantly, as was her norm, even as her condition worsened. She is markedly worse than earlier in the day when I had taken her back to the vet.
So I made her a bed on my bed, with a heating pad to try to keep her more comfortable. And I stayed awake at her side the rest of the night, petting, comforting, crying. Her restlessness has increased and respirations are becoming louder and more labored.
Just waiting for the vet now. Had I seen her last night while the vet was still in the office, her suffering would have ended last night…
…it’s over. I love you, Leaky!