Tuesday was a long day on the road; my beloved cat went into the emergency pet hospital late on Sunday night, thanks to the amazing Mr. Wayward who sat in the waiting room for six hours with her. The news isn't good so far and she's still there, and it was a hard ten hours on the road with plenty of time for me to worry. I had to block her out of my mind; every time I'd think about it, I'd burst into tears.

I'm not much of a crier. Maybe once a year. But it really hurts to think about this. She's old but has been in pretty good health until recently. It's a kidney issue and I really don't think she'll be with us a lot longer. My one hope is that she's well enough to come home for a while before we say goodbye.

Reading about other people's pets is probably as interesting as hearing about their dreams, but I've gotten a lot of very sweet messages from my friends and thank everyone for their kind words.