I am worried about Buster.
His intestinal issues have not responded to any of our vet's new ideas. Once again, things have spontaneously worsened. In the immediate sense we have it under control, but we're taking him to a specialist on Monday. My vet wants him to have a colonoscopy, so we can find out with certainty what's going on.
My own condition has been downgraded from concerned and somewhat stressed to officially worried.
I'm afraid he may have a serious illness. I'm afraid of losing him.
These fears may be premature, but tonight, here they are.
I had dinner tonight with one of my closest friends - it was the last time we'll see each other while we both live in New York. NN and I met in college, traveled in Europe together after we graduated, then both moved to the city, and have been here together since then. That little sentence encompasses 26 years. We've known each other longer than we've known our life partners.
I know a lot of people, but I have only a few close friends. Of course we'll see each other, hopefully a few times a year. But it's a big change. The end of an era.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little emotional tonight. Gulp, sniffle, etc.