Pix, that is so sad. Argh.
At the vet with Xusha. They suspect arthritis in her neck/upper back. They're going to give her steroids and more pain killers, and see how that goes.
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Pix, that is so sad. Argh.
At the vet with Xusha. They suspect arthritis in her neck/upper back. They're going to give her steroids and more pain killers, and see how that goes.
In other fuck cancer news, I found out today that my head of school (who is 45) learned during spring break that her husband has an aggressive, stage 4 cancer and a very poor prognosis. He is also in his 40s. They have two daughters.
Pix, I missed this when I was reading this morning. I'm so sorry; that's very sad.
Smonster, ~ma for Xusha.
Ponies for sumi! I toss the curly coated pony into the ring for maximum living plush toy cuteness.
How about a Percheron foal?
Baby horses are always good in the morning. Most baby critters are good for a pick-me-up.
Laura, sending you and Bobby many hugs. How awful for him and his classmates.
MRI~ma, sumi.
Also, ~ma to PixKristen's co-worker's DH. Fuck cancer.
Nice seeing your pixels, Seska! And glad to hear you had a nice visit to Israel. Shir is a rock star.
{{{Bitches}}} This has been an ass shitty week for many of us. Hugs to all who want them and glitter for all. Because glitter? Makes everyone happy. (As long as it's magic disappearing glitter that doesn't have to be cleaned up. Which Bitch Glitter totally is.)
Much -ma for sumi, and for Kristen's co-worker's husband.
I don't have any glitter, except on my toenails, but I will donate the feeling of a happy tabby cat smiling and purring on my lap on a chilly spring day to the cause. (She's actually NOT impinging on my writing for once.)
MRI~ma, sumi. I'm sorry about your co-worker's husband, Pix.