Dane and I have to give him an IV of subcutaneous fluids everyday and so far, we’re pretty bad at it, but it seems to be working. He’s definitely feeling well enough now to yell at us every time we stick him with the  needle – which is often because as I mentioned up there in that sentence, we’re not very good at it.

And we are both TERRIFIED we’re going to hit a vein and accidentally inject his blood stream with lactate whatever-it’s-called . This is why I make Dane do it and then nag at him the whole time. It’s a pretty good system.

This is the triage IV thingy Dane MacGyvered over the weekend. He’s tremendously proud of it.

And I bailed out on an assignment for The Mercury and put my editor/friend in a bind and feel terrible about it, but when this all went down, it went down fast and I was such a blubbery stupid weepy mess on Friday that I couldn’t even decide what to do so Dane had to make the decision for me. Because I am 8 years old and can’t get on the effing IM like a big girl and deal with shit.

He also took the call from the Vet for me because I just didn’t want to hear what I knew she was going to say.

It’s not as if any of this came as a big surprise. I’ve been preparing myself for years, but it’s still ridiculously painful.

So now we just wait, I guess. I apologize for not being funny this Monday morning but look at it this way…at least you don’t have to sit here and watch with horrified embarrassment as I sing Arthur’s favorite songs from Gigi and Singing in the Rain while I sob and blow my nose. Count yourselves lucky you’re not Dane – I’m going to make him sing the harmonies with me when he gets home tonight. Come to think of it, we’re not very good at that either.

That is all.