She hasn’t eaten in a couple of days and her nose is a little stuffy and maybe that’s why she’s not hungry. She still looks for laps to sit on. She walks a crazy zig-zag walk the vet says is due to some type of neurological “event.” She purrs. There is a lump in her abdomen that shows up on the x-ray and whatever that lump is, isn’t good news. She still hangs out in the shower with Mr. Rosenberg in the morning. She has chronic renal failure. She sits in the sink and drinks from the dripping faucet. The dogs sit next to her and lick her face.
We’ll be back at the vet today. Vi seems to be wrapping things up, in her own time. I hope she just has a cold but I’m afraid it might be her long walk home. I’m keeping a candle lit in my heart for a little more time with Violet.
I spent 16 years in the television business. I worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, I spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared me for my current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a kindergartner named Bob. Now, it’s like the circus has come to town everyday. I am living the dream.