Thanks to my kids sharing COVID with me, I haven’t been able to take our furbaby to the vet, which is unfortunate in so many ways.
Doggo wasn’t eating at all for the better part of a week – a bite or two here, turning up his nose at food there. G is doing everything he can to rebuild his appetite. We discovered furbaby will eat a few bits of table scraps – more than a few bits at times, though never in sustaining quantities. I mean… why would we say no to our Good Boy when we know he’s saying good-bye, and we’re delaying longer than we should? But it means G is up several times a night, because furbaby can only eat a few bites at a time and barks to be fed since he’s hungry in between.
The unfortunate additional complication is with this being Christmas week, once I am out of quarantine, it will be tough or impossible to get into a vet. It’s all postponing the inevitable, and in the meantime, the furbaby is in pain and slowly starving. He should have already been taken in.
But… this damned plague. It infuriates me that people didn’t do the responsible thing – ESPECIALLY my own kids, who should know better. This was 100% preventable. Instead, all we females got sick, and several of the little ones. The guys seemed to skate away without any problems. I dont hold that against my son, who did the responsible thing. So did his wife, though, and she still got her second bout of COVID. I sort of don’t hold it against G, since he (after my approaching bazooka-level coercion) did indeed get vaccinated. But yeesh…
The good part: I work from home and despite a couple of days I wanted to crawl back into bed, I soldiered through and didn’t miss a single day of work. I’m tired this weekend but we obviously didn’t do a circuit of yard sales (though since G sailed through his quarantine I think he bought a couple of things this morning.) I did cook a meat loaf, learning in the process that my crockpot bit the dust. It sort of worked – the bottom was cooked. The rest was lukewarm after 6 hours.
Guess this means I need a new crockpot. And a new can opener. My hands have decided to crap out on me again this year – the arthritis is systemic but seems to settle more heavily in one area or another each winter. Last year it was my hips, this year it’s been my neck and hands. The hand-crank can opener ain’t cutting it – in both a figurative and literal sense.
The image up top is stolen – sort of. The left side of the image wasn’t taken by me. It’s as it was shown – too dark all around, not a lot of interest. The sculputure is in the Phoenix metro area.
The right half of the split image is what happened after I Photoshopped the hell out of it. I didn’t tell the photographer because I think they were newbies, and didn’t want to discourage them.
They might have been going for a silhouette look. Unfortunately it wasn’t working there, either.
Are any of my friends watching Wheel of Time (Amazon Prime Video)? I read a couple of the books but because I didn’t start at the beginning, I couldn’t ever get into them. I’m enjoying the series so far.
I’m sorry to hear so many uncomfortable things are happening at y our home. I hope the dog just goes in his sleep so he is out of pain. It is amazing how this Covid has affected everything in our lives. And in our area, the numbers are going up again.
Thank goodness I can stay home most of the time. Merry Christmas in whatever way you can celebrate it.
I hear you. It’s maddening to me when there are tools to tamp down the pandemic – and people reject them wholesale, based on easily-verifiable lies.