bad dreams
Last night I dreamt I had a stye in my eye and I couldn't close my eyes all the way. It was sticking out. Guh-ross.
A couple nights ago I dreamt that Keita was back from Germany but she was separated from her family. Damon was nowhere to be found and the kids were with some family in Michigan.
And a couple months ago, long before Hudson died, I had a dream that Julia gave me Tucker. Hudson was nowhere in the dream. Sigh.
posted by aerobil @ 12:00 PM
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My next-door neighbor's dog Rooney, whom you've met, hasn't eaten in 3 days. Tom told me about it this evening, and wanted to know if maybe not eating is a little less dire for dogs than it is for cats. And I said nope, I'm afraid it's a pretty bad sign for either species. So we're sitting here with our fingers crossed; Rooney is beloved by his people, his neighbors, and many others. hope hope hope
Sometimes when it's really warm, Belly will go days without eating. But then, the neighbor wouldn't have mentioned it if this were normal behavior for Rooney. We'll be thinking of him.
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