A cracker

 

This was Libby the other day. She's in the utility and I was in the kitchen, and she's looking at me through the door. She's excited and very keen to come and see me but she just stands there. Even when I ask if she's coming over she just wags her tail. I have to go to open the door wide for her to walk through it. She is an absolute cracker! Also this week I bought her some new chews, in the shape of little bones. I gave her one and she was delighted. And she's been carrying this chew all around the house for the last four days. I keep telling her she can eat it but she doesn't understand. We gave one to George and he got it. Took him quite a while but he chewed and ate it all up! 

She might be a cracker but my goodness she's doing so well. That's almost 6 months since her diagnosis. 6 months since she was given just up to 2 months to live. Of course I don't know what has helped. If I was religious I'd say my mum's prayers. If I was spiritual I'd say my friends healing hands. I dare say it's maybe just luck but I am so thankful every single day that she's still with us. She's my wee baby and I love her. Of course now I'm hoping she'll get to Christmas. That really would be amazing. 

Yesterday was my first day off after my 10 day stint. Obviously, of course, I survived. It is only work. But I was pretty knackered. Hormonal and emotional. Loved my day off! I went shopping, to the optician, for coffee next door, mowed the grass and caught up with Strictly. I even went to the garden centre where I work to get an indoor plant! George's mum wanted a look so I went too. I spent more money than she did, typically lol.

I am so sorry that I forgot my post script last week. That's the first time ever! Thank you for still reading my nonsense. See you next week. 

Don't be afraid of going slowly, be afraid of standing still.