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:lol3: Ah, I needed that laugh.Either that or I'm a stubborn old bitch. (I've thought for a long time that stubbornness is a survival trait.)
And I'm working on it, very hard.
Margret
I never, ever thought I could go through what I did with Lucky. And especially so soon after he died with Sara (for the same exact dang thing). And I'm amazed how easy it was for me to prioritize things in my life, without necessarily feeling like I'm missing out. I used to go out quite often once or twice a week. Maybe more. Now, *maybe* once a month. And it doesn't bother me a bit.
I am very tired all the time. Not quite as much as I was with Lucky. I think with Lucky, I knew it wasn't going to matter - deep down anyway. On the surface, I was still hopeful it was just an infection for him too. Ah well. He was my feline soul mate, and I would have done ANYTHING if I knew it would save him.
With Sara, she's starting to stabilize, thank goodness. Trying to get her to eat more is still a challenge. I'm getting used to chasing her down to pill her and what-not every day. You do what you have to do, even when you think you'd never be able to do it.