Ah life, it rushes on at a million miles an hour, ignoring festivities and such like. Hasn't been a great week - both my brother Tim and my beloved puppy Lily are going downhill.
Tim's doctors say he's only got a few days to live. He's up and about, not bedridden, but obviously in pain - when he goes it will be sudden, apparently, his heart will just stop. My mum is up from the coast, and she and Dad are spending as much time with him as they can. They're discussing funeral arrangements with him, and he is very much at peace with what's happening, and acknowledges that he's dying because of what he did to himself (year of drug abuse). Hubby and I are going to visit him tomorrow :/
Lily isn't responding to her meds as well, and is retaining fluid and breathing too fast. We will take her to the vet when she's obviously distressed, but for the moment she's resting a lot, eating a little, and seems to be mostly happy. It's an awful decision to have to make :(
As for me, I'm trying to stop having anxiety attacks, and start thinking about impending festivities a little bit. I really hope neither of them dies on Christmas Day, that would be a bit awful.
In a lighter vein, here is a comic that addresses a very serious concern - is CUTE dangerous?! Llamas in bowler hats could very well be pushing the limits! Sorry if it's a bit of a morbid comic - but it suits my mood of late ...