Perchance you’ve already been there. Sooner or later, we all arrive at a crossroads—a critical juncture at which to make an irrevocable, life-altering decision. There’s no turning back. Hence, the mind toll.
In my capacity as a pet parent, that journey toward a crossroads began today. Hope, my fifteen-year-old, black&white, female feline exhibited the same symptoms that started us on our veterinary odyssey over a month ago. While some of her medications had little discerning effect, one seems to be helping to keep food down. Until this morning. I also surmised she had a fever, so took immediate action.
The outcome of this today’s emergency visit gives us a window of opportunity for the duration of a month to see if reinstating the antibacterial liquid and Prednisone offer any improvement. It’s a straw to grasp. She’d already had an ultrasound, ruling out anything we didn’t already know about.
At Hope’s advanced age, I just want to maintain her quality of life: to be able to enjoy what she eats and not regurgitate it.
In my capacity as a writer, not always in the “write” frame of mind, I’m currently drafting chapter 54, part 3 of my Contemporary Work in Progress. Unless my characters tell me otherwise, I’ll be at a crossroads at the juncture of chapter 60. At least, that’s my tentative plan.
*Should you find yourself at a crossroads, may you make the right decision without any regrets.
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