On Saturday I posted that Coco had gone missing. As of tomorrow, she will have been gone a week. This photo of her playing in the leaves is one of the last ones that I took of her.
************Edited to add – a couple hours after I wrote this post on Sunday morning and scheduled it for Monday, guess who showed up on the back porch like nothing had ever happened!! Yes, she is back. Seems fine, a little thinner and a little dirty, but otherwise okay.
On Saturday, we took Smudge to the vet because it felt like his lymph nodes were swollen. He was diagnosed with FIV (HIV for cats). The vet’s words all ran together, with phrases like “quality of life” and “make him comfortable” swirling around.
I brought him home determined to spoil him completely. Lots of love and treats and fancy feast was administered. So much so, that when ever I smile at him, he gets up and wanders into the utility room where the food dish and treats reside, certain that it is time again.
And I am in a pretty unhappy place in my personal life also.
And looking at the devastation of Sandy makes me sad.
Everything makes me sad.
So, I’m taking a week off to regroup. Instead of giving, I’m going to take. I’m going to visit your blogs and look at your food, and see your life, and get happy again.