Very emotional day today.

Took Squishy to the vet because of her feeling poorly the past few days. Turns out she has arthritis in her back knees, hips, and spine, as well as inflamation in her spine. Her lungs are also conjested. She’ll be on antibiotics for a few days. We should hear back on Monday afternoon about blood tests they drew for today. We’re hoping she doesn’t have any organ problems. If she doesn’t she’ll be able to get regular shots that will help with her pain and inflammation.

While I was there, a bunch of dogs were brought in; there were a couple that were going to have to be put to sleep, and it really saddened me — a teenage girl came rushing out into the waiting room sobbing.

I teared up while I was there, listening to the dogs moaning and the family in their world. On the way home, I was crying, because of them and for Squish as well. I sure love that cat.

I was fearful today, too, and filled with that bittersweet feeling about the new dog, and thinking forward too far about when he’s older. But you can’t live life that way. That’s not even living, that’s dying slowly.

Denyse and I each took Pharaoh on a walk today, then took one with him together, so the boy got plenty of exercise. He’s hanging out with us in bed right now, dozing on and off.