I like this picture of Peanut - he always pulls his food out of his bowl before he eats it. Just a neat little quirk with him. We've gotten some pretty bad news over the holiday weekend.
My Aunt B, passed away Monday morning (well, "yesterday" for another 10 minutes). She was a smart, generous, amazingly loving person whose tiny frame could fill a room with her presence. I remember swimming in her pool every summer and she would show off what new plants she had growing in her yard. I remember a walk my mom & I took with her when we came across a snake. My mom froze and Aunt B just screamed bloody murder (who knew she had such pipes!). I remember her showing up to my college graduation and being excited that the people who were housing me for the summer gave her some roots to bring home and plant. I have a lot of great memories of this woman and I will miss her dearly.
The same day I lost my Aunt B, we got some bad news about little Peanut. Our little fighter, who struggled to come back from the brink of death at mere weeks of age, is sick again. He gets a kitty cold almost every month, but he fights it off with meds each time. This time is different - he isn't sneezing so much, but he won't eat and is very lethargic. We took him to the vet on Monday and he had to stay the whole day. He's lost over a pound in a month (and he only weighed about 5lbs to begin with!). The vet is pretty sure he has FIP and gives him at most 2 months to live. Given his quality of life is deteriorating daily, we may have to make that awful decision a lot sooner than that. Poor little guy. I really hate it when life decides to kick you when you're down.
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