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Arthudo still hasn't come to, is still in intensive care. Lorie reported that he was able to breathe on his own yesterday. I didn't even know that he was ever unable to. He was breathing when the paramedics took him away. She was not clear, and it sounded like he might have lapsed back to needing artificial respiration.
I still like to think it's possible that things will go back to at least something close to normal, and we will be able to go back to the life we've known for another good couple of years. However, I have also had more time to brace myself for the worst, gearing up to let go and take my own leave of this earthly mess.
And now I am feeling more sorry about the cats. For their whole ten years, Ash & Sammy have been used to having food and water practically at will, not to mention a pretty good shelter protecting them from the storms and freezing winter temperatures. I wish I were resourceful enough to do something for my babies. But, hey, ten years isn't bad, and neither is fifty-four.
I still like to think it's possible that things will go back to at least something close to normal, and we will be able to go back to the life we've known for another good couple of years. However, I have also had more time to brace myself for the worst, gearing up to let go and take my own leave of this earthly mess.
And now I am feeling more sorry about the cats. For their whole ten years, Ash & Sammy have been used to having food and water practically at will, not to mention a pretty good shelter protecting them from the storms and freezing winter temperatures. I wish I were resourceful enough to do something for my babies. But, hey, ten years isn't bad, and neither is fifty-four.
