A dear friend of mine has lost a beloved furbaby to a persistent and incurable skin disease over the weekend. My heart hurts for her, but her beautiful boy had been in a cone since February, and the skin disease was turning into lesions on his tummy. No antibiotic had touched it - his immune system seems to have been compromised. Now, she's hurting, second guessing her choice to have him put to sleep on Friday. Send some healing vines her way - she's in pain.
In other news, my son turns 11 on Wednesday. I can't believe it - a full 11 years. He's getting parties and presents and lots of love. He would LOVE another kitty, but his father says no to a sixth. :lol:
He's had to settle for a beta fish - and he loves that little creature too.
Rosalind the jealous civvy cat keeps demanding to sit on my lap. She's so gorgeous - a tiny torti with pure white socks and bib, sporting peridot green eyes. She doesn't hear "No." She's so sweet, when she wants to be.
Good Monday to you all.