I took Robbie to the vet’s today, first thing, and we were there a while. I don’t want to go into a lot of detail; it makes me want to sit down and cry. There is a time when a stiff upper lip won’t cut it anymore.
Suffice it to say she has all sorts of problems requiring assorted treatments and no guarantee that any of it will work. This poor cat has had everything. She’s 18 years old. Go figure.
So I missed physical therapy today, the hip is killing me, don’t know how I’m going to manage to write for Newswithviews today, blog posts will be hard, too… And wasn’t there a book I was supposed to be writing?
Lord, give us strength. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
All three of you are still in my prayers.
Prayers for the three of you.
We are praying- wish there were something concrete we could do to help. Prayers will continue.
My sentiments, exactly.
At 18 maybe it is time Robbie goes to the Rainbow Bridge.
It gets a bit lonely when most of your family has died or moved far away.
Yes it does. The death of a beloved pet is hard. Robby is still here… but old age always moves forward, and death gets closer each day, for man and beast.
Well, yeah, of course we’re all getting older… but I’d resent it if someone pushed me through death’s door.