The puddle in back is rapidly slushifying. Crystallization usually implies clarity, but there is little “clear” about that sludge. Just as well. My soul is just as cloudy.
My cat, Fido, was having trouble breathing yesterday. I took him to the vet to have him checked out. Apparently there is a mass in his gastrointestinal tract about the size of an apple. There is fluid in his lungs. The veterinarian told me that she thinks that he has cancer.
She gave me medicine that will hopefully reduce the fluid in his lungs. I am supposed to bring him back to the vet on Friday. They will check his progress and we can figure out what to do next. They would have run more tests yesterday, but he was so stressed that they were afraid that he would go into cardiac arrest.
I love Fido. I was looking forward to taking him with me to Chicago. But if he is not doing well, I cannot fill his last days with the stress of moving. I will monitor his health, but if things do not improve he will stay here with people who love him.