I had to call hubby this morning and tell him to make arrangements to come home early. Two nights ago, our oldest doggie Chancellor had a series of small strokes. He seemed to recover, even wanted out to run for a while yesterday afternoon, but by the evening he'd taken a turn for the worse. He can't seem to walk now, and I'm having to feed and water him by hand, and keep shuffling him to a dry area when he wets himself. I have him on the tile in my writing area so I can keep checking him. Although he seems to be resting, I worry he might be in pain. He's no spring chicken - he's 14 years old, and when I got to thinking about it yesterday, that makes him 98 in doggie years. My poor baby-dog...
Hubby is coming home tonight so we can take our furbaby to the vet in the morning. Chancey weighs about 100 pounds, and I can't lift him on my own, much less get him into the Jeep. I fear the vet will want to put him to sleep, but I'm torn between that possibility and the fear he might be suffering. :*(
I stayed up with Chancey late last night, and while watching over him, I wrote on my story a bit. I finished the Nocturne Bite, and I'm printing it up as I write this post. It's going to need a lot of clean up and pruning to get it ready for submission, but I'm on schedule of sorts with it, so that works for me. It's something to keep my mind busy, if nothing else. That said, I want to have this thing ready to send out no later than July 11th. I guess I need to kick around and find out how long response time is on these stories. I want to be able to send it off and forget it.
That's about it for me. Pacing and printing today. And waiting for hubby. In case anyone might be wondering, yes, the Weirdly 2 contest is still going on. Just scroll down a post and leave a comment to put your name in the hat.
I hope you all have a peaceful Thursday.