I'm so sorry, Tep. Much love to you and Tim, and to Kato.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Thanks, everyone. It's done. I'm glad we were able to have a vet come to the house to do it. It was the best possible scenario -- it was peaceful, and the vet was very kind.
I am full of Ativan and about to eat Indian food, thanks to the wonders of carry-out.
I'm sorry, Steph. I have you and Tim and Kato in my thoughts.
I'm so sorry, Steph. Love to you and Tim. I'm glad Kato was able to pass peacefully at home, with the people he loved and who loved him.
I'm so sorry, Steph. We were just talking (with love) about you guys an hour and a half ago, so we were kinda with you.
I am so sorry, Teppy and Tim. You gave him a very good life.
Much love to you and Tim, Steph.
I am having a crap day. (Obviously not as bad as Steph and Tim.) I just feel disheartened and worthless and completely mired in inertia. And not good at anything. Or sort of mediocre in many things, which I just have to make do with, because being good is too hard.
Pets Dana's shiny hair. You are good at many things. Being kind to yourself isn't one of those things today.
Gentle thoughts to Tim and Steph.
Blah. I was supposed to fly up to Boston for Passover, but with dealing with everything I've been dealing with this week, I'm exhausted and have no energy, and I'm kind of dizzy on and off (I think the steroids are to blame for that), and I've got no painkillers, so I'm not going to Boston.