My Joey is starting to feel better. On Tuesday he was his usual big old purr box self, and even played a bit, first swatting at my necklace and then treating my shoe lace like prey.
He just needs time to heal. He's had a rough 10 days, battling a kidney infection, and he has another 10 days of antibiotics to go.
I realize he'll never be young again. I look rambunctious young Connie and vital Reynaldo and understand that Joey is nearing the end of his life journey. But I'm no longer afraid that this infection will be what kills him.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
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I'm glad he's doing better, and that you're doing better because of it.
ReplyDeleteRelieved Joey is doing better!
ReplyDeleteSo glad the "big guy" is feeling better!
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