I’M NOT ALONE. I thought I was. I certainly felt as though it was just me. I was wrong. Do you do as I do? Read on. [click to continue…]
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HE IS FOUR. And for those of you who have followed along with our tale know that is mighty news, indeed. Just this time last year we worried, and fretted, and learned to cook for him, and fretted some more. And now he is four. Who is the he in this sentence? Only our favorite boy. [click to continue…]
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THE DOGS LIVES ON. Now, two months after his harrowing and lengthy hospital stay, Otter is still alive. And he appears to be well. His blood-test numbers fluctuate a bit, giving me a scare here and there, but to see him is to know that he is much better. And while the doctors agree, they also agree that he is still sick, and must stay on a special diet, designed to not stress his greatly weakened kidneys. Which would be fine, except that he is also allergic to everything. And so we consulted a nutritionist.
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THERE ARE SOME PHRASES we hope never to utter. We all have them, and since they are inutterable I won’t list them, nope, except this one, which I can now say aloud, head raised, even making eye contact with another human, after a sister-stranger saved me, liberated me, and made me hold my red head up high and say: I cook for my dog. [click to continue…]
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