The stress of dealing with Andy’s and my health issues caught up with me yesterday.
After dialysis and eating lunch, I fell asleep on my glide rocker
Twelve hours later, as best I can tell, I woke up. I had seen Andy once before I fell asleep, but I didn’t have my smartphone to take a photo or two.
After I woke up. I medicated Andy.
I don’t want to alarm you, but reality is he hasn’t shown much improvement in the past days, if any. I have look objectively, realistically at what this means to Andy.
I’ve had tears thinking about alternatives to the status quo.
I’ve had Andy since he was two months old. Virtually his whole life is tied to mine for 14 and a half years. That has included some of the best kitty times of my life.
Now I have to consider what’s best for Andy, even if it tears my heart out.