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I could use a good day. This weekend was tougher then need be.
Starting on saturday, Winston started acting funny. He was standing all crooked and holding his legs up. Apparently that got worse saturday night, (I wasn’t home, forever guilty). When I got home Sunday he had basically a partial seizure in my arms so we brought him to the animal hospital where they told us a few scenarios all of which made me cry. None sounded good. Vet herself was all: “this doesn’t give me a good feeling”. She wanted to keep him for observation but it was going to be almost a grand and I don’t have that kind of money. So we brought him home, despite how guilty and terrible I felt – although if he got worse I would have brought him back.
Instead (thankgoodness) he just got better. He didn’t have any more episodes, he just took a few naps and then played when he woke up as though nothing happened. So I brought his crate to sleep in my room so I could stare at him all night and make sure he was okay.
Next morning, fake ontario holiday called Family day, wake up and my house was 56 degrees. It was chilly. Luckily we have a wood stove so we got that going and warmed it up enough but then I had to try to call the oil people but it was a holiday so they weren’t open. After much hassle and waiting we got enough oil on an emergency help thingy and a call from the oil office to fix everything.
But needless to say, I’m exhausted. The emotional draining day of sunday mixed with the corporate rage of monday have made me useless to the world today. I just want to eat a tub of ice cream and sleep.
At least Winston is doing better. I will be keeping a close eye on him however for now, you should know he sleeps so soundly that very little affects him. He is hilarious. Its kind of scary when he doesn’t respond but he snores so I know he’s breathing. Yesterday I managed to not only trim all his tiny little nails, but individually file them after so they wouldn’t be all sharp when he paws at my face. He is pretty wonderful.
Sorry this post isn’t funny. I’m too exhausted to be funny. When my robotness rebalances and all the feelings evacuate my system I’ll be good to go. I hate when feelings happen. They are so disruptive.
Anyways… I’m going to include a Winston picture of him sleeping in all his glory.
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