And still, Tutu lives. He is totally immobile and the only things still working is his food intake and output systems and his lungs. Bless his little heart.
We are keeping him in a large plastic bin on the kitchen table. Both dogs seem oblivious to him, and that is a good thing.
I spoon-feed him water, and offer him apple and banana pieces. And today, I gave him the last of the Cherry Flavored Children's Benadryl and so he is even more placid.
I can only hope that my last days are so comfortable.
Weather is warming, highs in the mid-50ºs forecast for the weekend. The daffodils have risen, and there are pregnant blooms laying and waiting.
My hands froze so badly this morning tending the bunnies, that they positively hurt when I ran warm water over them. Jiminy Cricket! I now have two buyers interested in Fuzzarelly. Other things in my life are also good, thanks for asking.
Also, I am kicking the combined asses of my sister-in-law and my brother-in-law at Scrabble on facebook. They are such worthy opponents! Our total games are almost equally divided between each pair. And I am so Secretly Pleased to beat them.