We’re struggling with the funds for Ms. Lucy’s operation. What we had planned is not an option. She’s doing okay right now, feeling okay with pain medicine, taking antibiotics twice a day to keep the tumor clean. It’s oozing dramatically now, and we are remarkable grateful for large surgical pads and athletic tape. Add a tee shirt, and she seems comfortable. Her happiness is the most important.
We continue to follow leads to get her treatment. She deserves whatever is best for her. It’s what we want to be able to give her. At times, as we can see her sicker day by day, we’re scared of what that might mean.
But tonight she rolled into her back for a belly rub (and/or back relief.) She sniffed, gulped, and skittered in her dreams. She drank water. She ate kibble. She took her antibiotics in a pill pocket like a champ. She got excited when we mixed her food with wet food pouches (an exotic treat.)
She’s remarkable and unpredictable. It’s how she’s always been. There could never have been a more amazing blessing than to know and love her.
So for anyone wondering about how Lucy is, she is laying comfortably at her Daddy’s feet, being petted, with a soft pillow underneath. She’s soft, and sweet, and seems content.
This is our Saturday night blessing. Love to you all.