Poor Little Kitty

So, some of you know that the life of Dookie has gotten bleak. We noticed that he had gotten pretty skinny, and I kept telling Daniel that, but he kept saying it was just him losing his winter coat. Well, I was saying the other day that he has gotten way too skinny because you can see his hip bones. Daniel then noticed, and also noticed he hadn't seen Dookie eat in awhile. We took him to the vet on Monday, where they kept him overnight giving him fluids and waiting for blood test results. Tuesday morning they told Daniel that it all pointed to kidney failure and that there was nothing we could do at that point. So, all day Tuesday, Daniel and I mentally (and emotionally) prepared to have him put to sleep. Then, Tuesday evening, the vet said he had eaten, which was a big change, so we should take him home and see if he keeps eating. So now we are pretty much just watching and waiting, hoping for a miraculous comeback. We sure love the little guy, so everyone say some kitty prayers for him!

Here he is tonight, battle scarred from the night at the vet (shaved/pierced neck and bandaged little paw):

Some of my favorite memories

For my favorite memories, I’m going with the time the restaurant manager in Mexico brought us each a beer and Paul said” we have to drink it or he will be offended” and I said “I can’t drink this…beer is disgusting…you will have to drink both” So every time the manager would get called away for a minute I would pour mine into his glass and he would chug it and I would pour more…When the manager got back my glass was always lower and Paul’s was still full. Later, Mom said “I saw you 2 drinking beer you bad boys”. I never convinced her that Paul drank them both, but that’s ok...at least the CANADIAN restaurant manager in Mexico wasn’t offended. On a more family friendly memory…Paul and I had the great idea to sleep out on the beach in lawn chairs while in Mexico…BAD IDEA! Not only was it about 200 degrees at night out there with the humidity…but the bugs feasted on us all night. When we woke up we were miserable, sticky, tired and oh yeah…covered with bug bites. I’m glad I had the time I did with Paul. I’m also glad I got to spend some time with him a week and a half before he died. I wish there was a way to know when something like this is going to happen so you can cherish your time with someone knowing you don’t have as long as you think you do…but it makes you realize that life is precious and can change in a heartbeat. We should treat everyone like it is the last time we are going to see them…because it just might be.

Paul, Paul, Paul

As everyone knows, this week has been a tough one ever since finding out about Paul. Daniel has been trying to figure out his favorite *appropriate* Paul memory. We have talked about it a little bit, and I don't know if he has figured his out, but I know mine! Well, I have a few, but only one was well documented. It was at our wedding, during the Dutch dance. It's time for the couples kissing in the chair part, and here comes Paul, matched up with my lovely married friend Shiloh. Well, she's a cute redhead, had a good amount of cleavage on parade and this is Paul's chance! Not so much. He tried to go for the kiss, only to have her turn her cheek at last second.. and right at that moment "CLICK" went the camera. I love this picture.. it kills me everytime I look at it, just because I know what could have been. (And you can see Riley's hopeful look on his face like, "Go for it man!") :) We miss you Paul!