On Wednesday! I know! But I couldn’t help myself because a couple of you sent me email letting me know how much you missed Murray. One of you nearly broke my heart this morning when you wrote letting me know that your cat passed away. (I’m so sorry, Wendy)
So, here’s a couple of pictures I took of The Goofy Bastard today in hopes of lifting some spirits.
Remember: Murray was a “replacement” to a beloved cat we shared over a decade with. Every time I grow sad about Schmitty, I remind myself that we never would have met Murray if it hadn’t been for that sad circumstance. It doesn’t fill the void, but it certainly makes the grieving easier. What am I suggesting here? I guess I’m suggesting that you go and get another cat! ;]
In other news, it’s probably a good thing I’m taking some time off. My son has been very ill since Friday. He had a fever for several days and went though a few Febrile seizures because of it. (Here’s a video of what they look like. It’s is a little difficult to watch, but they’re relatively harmless (terrifying, but harmless). It’s good information to have.)
I almost took him to the ER on Monday night, but decided not to after speaking with our on-call doctor. But the following day, after watching him go through another 45-minute screaming fit, I took him in for an emergency pediatric visit. There I was told that both eardrums are about to burst. He’s been on antibiotics (and Motrin and Tylenol) ever since.
I am not sure what more to say about that other than I am tired and I do hope he’s getting better.
I have never felt so helpless in all of my life.