The chronicling of the last coupla days can wait…gotta write about what’s on my mind right now.
Todd comes in my room about ten after seven this morning. [Yes, he’s home.] As soon as I’m clearly cognizant of the world, he asks, “Which vet did you take Toby to before?” I tell him, and then I ask what’s up. Apparently, Toby’s breathing like he just ran a marathon, and to put it simply, his back legs don’t work. They bow out like a madman, and he drags his paws rather than walking on them.
Needless to say, I’m worried as hell for the little guy. So’s Todd.
It’s a bitch to concentrate on work this morning…