{{{{{Maria & Maria's DH}}}}} I'm so sorry that the news wasn't what you were hoping for. I've been thinking of you both every day.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Maria, please know you're in my heart and my thoughts.
I'm so sorry, Maria.
Maria, words fail. I wish there were some that could rise up and take the fear for you.
Oh Maria, I'm so, so sorry. If there's anything you or your DH need, just shout.
{{{Maria}}} Sending all the ~ma I have your way.
I think I might be about to visit an emergency vet. Frankie was off when we went to bed - I thought he might have eaten something off the ground at the park or at the courtyard. He was pacing, and his belly seemed a bit distended, and he was breathing a little shallower and hoarser than normal. Eventually he settled, stretched out, on the bed next to me, and I listened to him for a while and then fell asleep... and then woke up 15 minutes ago to find he had peed himself and the bed. I assume it was pee? It was yellowish and salty-smelling.
Took him for a walk, he peed fine but no pooping, and I'm not sure the last time he pooped. Can't remember if he did this morning, didn't at the park, may have at the courtyard?
Uggh.
And now he's chasing the cats. WTF.
Just finished wrapping my goddaughter's birthday presents and there is glitter everywhere. I suppose I should have thought of that before I pounced on the shiny wrapping paper.
I want to be covered in glitter. But I don't think I'm allowed to take baths until Sunday.