rhd323 | (no subject)

I had another horrible dream last night about the furbabies. (When I finally lost consciousness for a bit . . . ) This time, it was Maynard. I brought him to the vet and they said he had some virus or something stuck in his respiratory system. There was nothing they could do and he would very likely have to be put to sleep. I just sobbed . . . and kept saying "but he's only 2!" Then I was confused because I realized *I* was the one with coughing/respiratory issues and he seemed just fine. All I kept saying was "I can't do it, there's no way I can do it."

Then I was back to work at Frank's and a friend's mother brought in a tiny turtle with a mostly broken neck. It was still alive, but not going to make it. Apparently I was supposed to put it out of its' misery as practice for what I would have to do with Maynard.

It was pretty horrible.

Right now both beasts are in the window chattering at the birds. It's really adorable. So all is okay with the felines in this household, at least. And Maynard gets extra lovin' today.