Cheering Up

Goodness knows I needed it — and you, dear readers, have come through big-time.  The latest comments are so encouraging, I’m going with them.

Bugs still has not produced — but I keep telling myself he hasn’t thrown up either.  In the front end has not gone the high-quality food plus slippery elm plus cod-oil — he won’t touch more than a few bites of that.

I could dwell on the first phrase of that last paragraph and repeat that nothing has come out the opposite end but I will not. I will focus on Bugs keeping food down.  Not the good food, but decent-enough kibble soaked in cod-oil, plus Laxatone plus stool-softener on top of that, per the vet — so, OK.  I’m still worried about moisture — but OK.

Here’s what I will also focus on, per your encouragement:

I can say for sure now that Bugs and Fang are playing together.  It is much too cute and awesome for words.  They’re doing it right now as I write this.  They are thundering around chasing either other —

How do you do that, with pipes as full as Bugs’s?  But I am not supposed to dwell on this and so I will retire the question unanswered.

As I was saying.  They are playing.  Fang throws his arm around Bugs’s neck and nose-kisses him.  Bugs puts up with this.  Bugs baps Fang.  Fang baps Bugs.  Bugs wrassles Fang to the ground.  Fang ditto.

They look like they are killing each other.  Their passion frankly scares me.  I’m telling you, it’s all out.

I mean, I would say it’s all out — but I know it’s not.  All-out would be ears back and so forth, and include sound effects to freeze radiator-fluid.  The only sound effects that are happening now are Fang’s little chirps and what sound like questions from Bugs.  And thundering and various crashings I’m also not going to dwell on.

I spoke to the vet and she was all for administering the enema this morning — but what I really wanted to know was could we wait for nature to take its course until Monday.  She was OK with that, but emphasized if he hadn’t come up with the goods by then . . . .

OK.  I said I would not dwell on this.  So let me tell you another thing that cheered me up. It was at a funeral.  (My land, what a life.)  I like my bank manager a lot and his father died.  So I went this morning, given I didn’t have to attend Bugs’s evacuation.  Here’s the story:

My bank manager’s father and mother were married for 57 years.  The father died this past Tuesday, on Valentine’s Day.  But not before making sure that a dozen roses were delivered to his wife.  On the day he died.

photo by Georges Seguin

People burst into tears, hearing the minister tell that story.  I never met the man, and so I did not know him — but I know his son, and I know I enjoy going to the bank every time, and that’s why I was there to witness this most moving moment.

Moving.  Moving.  Bugs — do you hear?  MOVE IT!!

OK, OK.  I will close this post and go eat something.  Bye til later.

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