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We all have ability. The difference is how we use it. --Stevie Wonder

So, things have started to look up for Barbie Girl.  In the past 10 days I've logged about 6 or 7 hours in at the vet's office.  I've had a wonderful Thanksgiving, with my family. And I've been reminded of how blessed I am.

This time last week, if you had told me Miss Dolly would still be with us, I would have thought you were crazy. I feel like I know the people at the veterinarian's office by now.  And they are wonderful, caring people.  After thinking it could be a multitude of things, turns out, Dolly has severe arthritis in her back and hips. Right  now it's being treated with steroids and pain meds.  And of course, I'm faced with the reality that at some point, these medications may not work and I may have to make that one big decision I dread. But I will not dwell on that, I will simply enjoy the time I have with her.  

She has mellowed some.  Marco has taken to laying with her on the blanket, mainly because she no longer hisses or growls at him.  She's been more mobile this evening, moving around the living room, whereas, she's mostly laid (or is it layed) on her makeshift bed for the past week.  So I've been very pleased with her progress.  The vet was too.  

Thanksgiving was great. Lots of inappropriate conversation between me, my mom, my sis and my niece at the dinner table.  Lots of laughs throughout the evening.  The weekend was pretty good too.  Movies and pottery with 2 of my favorite kids, who always cheer me up.  Yeah, I'm pretty blessed.


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