Sweeping the clouds away.
This would be the sole cloud drifting slowly across the southern sky this afternoon. The sky really was that blue. I took advantage of the unreasonably beautiful day and Tom's willingness to entertain Sarah at the playground and the crepes place (where she discovered Nutella and banana filled crepes, god help me) to knock out the twin of the front path bed. My back is not pleased with my efforts, but the rest of me is feeling pretty chuffed.
All is not delightful here, though. Have you met Audrey yet?
She turns sixteen this summer. She's been with me since the autumn of 1994. Poor kid, having to wear the cone of shame. It's been on for a week, thanks to a really impressive hotspot she would not leave alone. So... her back legs are giving out. She's on steroids and antibiotics for her grody leg, and they're helping the wound but nothing else. I don't know if she's going to make it to her birthday (August the aribitrarieth). How long do you let an animal drag herself through her days? She can't fully lift her back paws most of the time, and it's even odds as to whether she makes it to the door before her bladder gives way.
I've had dogs die at home of old age, pets that had to be put down because of disease, and cats that just never came home, but I've never had to take an animal to the vet just because she's gotten old. I come downstairs each morning, wondering what I'm going to find, hoping that I won't have to make the call that seems increasingly inevitable.
Being a grown-up sucks.