Lovingheart

Today, I dropped Marlon off at outdoor school and met up with a friend I have only seen a handful of times in the last 20+ years.  She was in the area for the passing of a family member. i then went for a walk with Mina.  I watched and she poised herself in hunting position and pounced.  I saw a squirrel run up a tiny little tree but also heard this pitiful whining.  At first, confused, I wondered if she had pounced on a nest in the ground.  But the dog ran to me, crying and whining, holding up her paw.  We were a ways from home and she hobbled carefully home after we sat for a while and she calmed down.  She will often run the perimeter of fields, running this way and that.  I saw her longing to run the field as we made our way back but she was uncomfortable and limping. A short while later, I went to pick up Marlon and watched in amazement as he hobbled to the car.  Yes, he had hurt his foot within an hour of the dog hurting herself.  Both boy and dog are limping.  Just as they were

We made it through the first while of being treatment free.  They did NOT call us to say they made a mistake and he did in fact have more treatment to complete as I had feared might happen. Twice, Marlon had a mysterious sickness each a week apart.  Very sick with him unable to keep anything down and then cramping in feet and hands.  I felt like it was a detox from all the chemo and drugs he had been on though the nurse said they had never heard of that kind of reaction before.  Then he managed to catch two colds.  Other than that he has been well, healthy, and enjoying his various activities and friends. Saturday, November 5th, Mojo passed over to run in the cat hills on the other side.  He was 16 and had been going downhill slowly but in the last week his decline sped up.  During the last month or more he did finally come to realize that the dog was a nice warm body to curl up against.  Mina never did feel comfortable with his change but they did get some time together.  The last wee