fourteen year old best friend Bear is dying and we're doing all we can to make his last days comfortable;
and I picked up a beautiful marble cat at the BP station yesterday and brought her home before she got run over in all the traffic (no photo yet). Our local Humane Society is in its beginning stages of development and they don't even have a building yet so I guess I'll be fostering this kitty now. I'm calling her BP - because of where I found her, and because I think the name Bonnie Pearl suits her.
So when I found this great article today that links our pet's instincts with our ICI plights and also spreads the word about National Invisible Chronic Illness Awareess Week (September 14-20, 2009), I just had to share it:
“Wilson! For the last time- will you be quiet?” Harmon was simply at his wit's end. If that dog didn’t stop barking and yelping he would possibly kill that animal. Well, he wouldn’t kill him. He loved Wilson and enjoyed his company- especially during the last few years. But can’t a man get some sleep around here? Harmon’s thought were interrupted when once again the night was filled with angry barks and growls and was that dog actually howling?Feeling “Like the Dog…”, June 2009Hope you enjoy the whole article as much as I did.