Oh no no no Laura. I am so sorry for sweet Zoe and for all of you. And Gud and sweet Gunnar.

And {{{Zen}}}. May her memory be a blessing.

mac, no! Bad mac! {{{msbelle too}}}

Between all the marvelous Buffistas and their beloveds and their pain, and the awfulness of the world (oh, who am I kidding, the awfulness of the United States), Thanksgiving week 2018 is on my shit list.

Sucks. Choice is bringing her home for a day so boys can say bye or let her go now. Advanced lung cancer. Seems cruel to let her continue.

Oh, Laura. I'm so sorry

And now a ray of hope! Now vet says could be just cardiac or could be cancer and cardiac. But worth giving her drugs to get fluids down and see what the tests say. So she goes home tonight.

The emotional roller coaster!

So sorry Laura. That is so hard, and I know how much you adore Zoe.

Gud, I'm so sorry.

Fingers crossed, Laura.

msbelle, do you want to figure out how to import me for a week or so for me to put Mac through an intensive course of as your gothic auntie you've never met, I'm here to explain why you need to stop being a fuck-up" ? No idea if it would work, but I'm willing to give it a try.

(Offer open to all Buffistas in "intimidating-yet-kind" or "cheerleading-and-enthusiastic" flavors as needed.)

Finally home at 2 something AM. With dog. I gave her some chopped up turkey and gravy and heart meds, and she ate them. Got a zillion tests to get results on. Digits crossed.

Laura, I'm hoping for the best.

meara, I hope your wrist is okay.

mac, nooooooo.

Mac, Mac, Mac. Need to send you and my eldest off to get a clue school!

Yawn. Up. Gave dog her diuretics and other meds in a gravy filled bowl of food, but no interest in eating it yet. She has gone outside 3 times already. Yay for weather that allows me to just leave the back door to the yard open for her.

Kids! Parents! Pets! Maybe there is something to be said for the hermit life.

Thanks, everyone.

Gud, I'm so sorry for the loss of your wonderful doggie.

Laura, hoping for the best outcome for sweet Zoe.

mac, no! wtf young man. Bad decision.

meara, quit falling down. That's my advice. Things are much better when we don't fall down.

Speaking of which, I'm watching one of those candid-video "People Falling Down" episodes and wondering how the human species has survived so long. I also wonder how all these people can fall off moving vehicles and buildings and *checks screen* Porta-Potties and be *fine* and I broke my ankle tripping over a piece of wood.

Kids! Parents! Pets! Maybe there is something to be said for the hermit life.

Mo' creatures, mo' problems.