You and TNG have my sympathy, even though I would have named her DS9. :)
I have never eaten meatloaf. It looks like a really big flat meatballs, and I haven't had one of those in 35 or so years. Fufu, my mother would cook, but not fry chicken. She's kind of weird.
Theoretically speaking I could try it on my own, but I'm doubling over with lasagne lust at the mo. I still haven't really et solid food for a few days, and although I partly don't mind, I'm partly obsessed with the idea of lasagne. I have pasta sheets, probably mincemeat, lots of tomato product and the right seasonings. I might only need to buy cheese!
If she's only got a short time left, I want it to be a low-trauma as possible for her.
It's so hard to tell a critter that the recuperation they're suffering through is for a good thing.
Consuela, I'm sorry to hear it -- whatever the outcome, I wish you and TNG comfort.
Thanks, folks. She seems fine today; no accidents in the garage. (Although she did tear up the cushion I left with her, sigh.)
I have a Monday morning appointment with the oncologists. (Sorry, boss! Dog is more important.)
Hugs to both TNG and you, Consuela.
Mmmm, yummy meatloaf. Maybe some sort of sauce or gravy on it, but I've got my go-to meatloaf base. Next variant will have some spicy sausage cut into it.
Tonight: lisah and bob' & their CB, Magellan and The Professor (though she was freaked out by the interlopers, but the others put on quite the welcome) followed by EightBar@Atomic books for beverages, followed by FoodMarket for dinner and more beverages, followed by EightBar again before we came home to put Maria and mself to bed. Good night, great food and drink, fantastic company.
If she's only got a short time left, I want it to be a low-trauma as possible for her.
I so get this. I'm sorry, Consuela. I don't think there's an easy answer, but you will find the right one.
I hope you get definitive answers, even if they aren't the ones you'd like.
I refilled the birdfeeder at 7 am after being stalked by an angry little house sparrow. Little tyrants.
You'd think I'd at least sleep until the alarm goes off, but no, I was even before the lights on timers come on that I forgot to reset. Which is like 5 am. Managed to at least stay in bed until Loki got to the point of attacking everything that moved.
