End Of Another Year
Mordecai died last night. He was looking quite rough when I went to bed, and he was gone when I got up. At least we gave him a chance. I worked again for a few hours this evening. My last appointment was to euthanase an old Pomeranian with liver disease owned by the most beautiful old man. The dog was his late wife’s, and that always seems so sad. On a happier note, the 16 year old Bichon Frise with the abdominal mass had an ultrasound and surgery at the specialist centre, breezed through the anaesthetic in spite of the horrendous heart murmur, her spleen was removed, and she went home the next day and is doing great. Can’t pick ‘em sometimes.
I’m having an easy week - last week I ran 43km which is a lot. I need to figure out some running goals, but haven’t really been doing this long enough to know what’s realistic or what’s too easy and won’t be a challenge. Will have a look at a running calendar and see what catches my eye.
Check this out!!!! Sport Kilts! I think I want one!! Imagine doing a fun run in a kilt, LOL. I reckon that would be a real laugh. I wonder if they chafe?
I’m all ready to rage the night away with a couple of DVD’s, a bottle of champagne, some camembert and my lovely Hubby. I’m such a party animal - not! Have a good night, all, and stay safe.


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