It was still wet. I stopped short of that spot, took a
tissue, and gently made a blot of the spot. I’ll take that to my guy tomorrow
morning. I am not even going to consider what it might mean. I was going to
stop there tomorrow anyway for an oil change.
Crossing fingers, toes and eyes...and making some
life-changing decisions, but it will take about a year for them to be in
place...
Silkie is beginning to be her old self. When I came in the
back door, her little fuzzy face was trying to get around me to get out. I will
need to watch from now on. It’s been almost a month since her injury. Half of
me is happy she is feeling friskier. Half of me is sad because I can longer
allow her outside. Life moves on...
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