I'm glad that last post was on the humorous side. I need that these days. In spite of all the damn barely pronounceable medications mom and dad have to stuff, inject, poke and prod into me I'm just not feeling that well.
Mom and dad are supposed to be going away next week for a couple of much needed days of rest and relaxation over the Thanksgiving holiday. They'd prepaid for a motel room and several activities down in Myrtle Beach, but I know they're worrying about me.
They've got someone lined up to stop by to take care of my food and litter box while they're gone, but I have a feeling they may not enjoy their time away as much as they would ordinarily be able to.
They've considered taking me with them, and thought about possibly boarding me, too. I've told them that it's not my fault that I'm not feeling well, and I know they're not blaming me.
I'm just getting old, I guess. As the years progress it gets harder and harder to stay healthy. I've had a good run, I'd say, but I'm not about to give up yet. No sir, they can't get rid of me that easy.
They're doing the best they can, they take better care of me than you'll ever know, and I know they love me like a child, in spite of my crustiness. I've cost them a lot of money this past year, and I know they'll do whatever it takes to keep me in tip top shape, but I also see my health woes are starting to stress them out.
Sorry, mom and dad. I can only control it to a point. I want to hang on to annoy you both and continue providing countless hours of entertainment just as long as I possibly can. I'm not sure where I'm heading with this post. Just wanted to get some things out, I guess.