For those of you who know me in real life, you know that I love Boris, my dog. Love that silly creature to the point of absurdity. His sister, Forden, died suddenly and unexpectedly January 26, 2009, and I still haven’t really recovered from that. (I loved her crazy amounts, too.)
Anyway, yesterday Boris gave us quite as scare. Suffice it to say, things did not look good. Last night we got more information, and the outlook is far brighter. Still waiting for the definitive diagnosis, but I am more at ease.
That is all…