Libby woke me up this morning around 5:00 AM. For those of you that know me well, you understand that’s unbelievably early for me. Heck – I didn’t head to bed until after 2:00 AM. I have 20 minutes before the vet’s office opens and I can call.
Libby’s ears have been bothering her, and I’ve been doing the whole mite treatment thing, but this morning, she started panting like crazy and shaking her head. Of course I call Carl to come over because I’m scared (yes, he is the one we refer to as “Dr. Death”, but he actually loves Libby too). She is resting now, and it seems that whatever it was that was making her breathing labored is gone.
For once, I was glad that I was awake because I got the text message Jeri sent (of course she figured I would get it around 10 and was afraid to call me). The text was to let me know that Cindy lost her father this morning. Although he’s battled cancer for a good while now, and even though the suffering is over, it doesn’t make it any easier. My thoughts and prayers are with Cindy — it’s such a hard life experience. My Dad passed in August 2004, and I still think of him every single day…