How easily I'm distracted from writing here or even thinking clearly on what needs to be done today, when Bailey is so sick. He's been losing weight recently, but acting his usual crazy self. However, this morning he's no longer eating or drinking, and I'm dreading what the vet will have to say when I take him in today.
So please forgive the lack of upbeat chatter - life really does include the sad moments as well as the glad ones. If not, how else would we know when we were happy, if we had nothing with which to compare it?
I need to sit with Bailey on my lap while I have my morning tea. I know you understand.