It’s hard to focus on the good when illness has struck a tiny tyrant.
Plenty is just fine chez nous, and we have much to be grateful for. Â But John found a grape-sized lump on Milo’s larynx on Friday. Â At the vet, they found he had a fever of 106 – very, very high. Â An expensive battery of tests has told us… well, almost nothing, except he doesn’t have an infection. Â He has been out of sorts and punky, spending lots of time in the cool sanctuary of the basement. Â He appreciates visits, but hasn’t been seeking us out with his usual insistent regularity. Â His meow is a croak, and his purr sounds like a fork dragged across asphalt.
Wee Milo is not well. Â And it’s got us well and truly tweaked.
That’s all I got. Â How are you?