This is my week to nurture.
Thankfully, my daughter is healing.
Now I have another patient to tend to.
In the midst of the craziness, Madison, our cherished, sweet, lovely doggie, couldn’t stand up.
She wanted to eat her breakfast, but her legs failed her.
We rushed her to the vet and she has a broken toe.
No fricking idea how this could happen.
Madison is approaching 14 and as with humans, dogs bones become brittle.
We had to acquire a baby carriage and now I am one of those crazy ladies who put their pets in carriages…I have a good excuse.
You can count on me never dressing her up in costumes, ribbons or bonnets.
David, if you are reading this, please stay healthy.
My nurturing meter needs recharging.
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