A friend I haven't spoken to in ages called me yesterday and was gobsmacked by my never ending tale of woe. I assured her it wasn't all bad. There have been moments and memories from all this turmoil that I will cherish. Early mornings for one. I love getting up before the world is awake. It's my time.
I make myself a pile of waffles for the freezer and a good pot of coffee and just be. When normal life returns and I'm not sleeping in a pen on the living room floor I'd love for this routine to continue.
As for today's Pupdate...she's joining me for breakfast now in my early morning hours. She was never a morning eater but she's enjoying a small bit of hamburger and rice. I learned the hard way kibble is not working on her tummy just yet when she gobbled it down and heaved it right back up. The best news is that she is finally putting some weight on that poor leg. It takes some dog months to use the leg again but she's hobbling around pretty well now. She'll probably never be able to maneuver stairs or jump up on things again but that's a small price to pay after all she's been through.