I have just heated up my coffee for the 4th time. It sits here and I forget it and by the time I remember it, it is cold and my head hurts. But it happens. Every day.
Long story short, he has a massive tumor in his belly, has a heart murmur and is dying and there is bloody little we can do about it. I lost it a little at the vets, they are so wonderful at South Cape. We discussed our limited options and decided to give him a vitamin shot and some antibiotics and kind of try to boost him up a little so we could have more time with him. We both agreed he is in no distress yet. So home we came and he hid for 2 days under our bed. He hates the carrier. But he has come out and is loving and adorable and almost himself sometimes but he tires very quickly. I bought 91 cents a can food for him and he loves it. We are so very glad we adopted him when we did. He has had 4 months surrounded by love after 2 years in a shelter, never knowing anything else.