This week, a busy one, was brightened by a handmade, hand delivered card from an 8 year old girl who has a few cats. It was for me, VET, which I was highly flattered.
Mo, according to the mother, is doing just fine. Which the girl said, No, she's not! And the mom said again, She's fine.
Thankfully, Tiny Dog is all over her bout of pancreatitis, begging for food off us, which is very hard to resist, though we should!: dancing, stretching, sneezing, staring, twirling, all the while, the tail back up and happy, swishing like a fast metronome.