Today’s cup segment has been postponed until tomorrow.
Today was a bad day. I first went to the Dr. for my hip. He took X-rays and my bones are fine, but this is going to be a process of elimination. I was prescribed some anti-inflammatory meds and asked to come back in two weeks. He thinks it may be my back since the pain goes from my hip down the outside of my leg, but he doesn’t think it’s sciatica. Can you say MRI? Ugh.
I went to the studio (which you may not know is an old chicken coop at my parent’s house). My mom lays on me she’s afraid I have rheumatoid arthritis. This isn’t out of the blue completely because she has rheumatoid arthritis and my oldest sister has connective tissue disease. My grandma had rheumatoid arthritis, my aunts had rheumatoid arthritis, and my dad has a positive rheumatoid factor, but luckily doesn’t exhibit any of the symptoms. I promptly burst into tears. That was just the last thing I wanted to hear, so I guess I’m going to ask the Dr. to test me.
I calmed down. My dad walking into the kitchen sobbing, “Buster has liver cancer.” My mom and I were stunned. If you have been reading the blog for some time you will know I LOVE my parents cat Buster (AKA Not Ours). Buster went to the vet this morning for what we thought were worms and wouldn’t be coming home. A lot more tears.
I have never been present when an animal is put to sleep and I really wanted to say goodbye to Buster. It’s not as bad as I imagined. Buster was already sedated and then they gave him his kitty cocktail. We took him home for a proper burial.
Buster was very afraid of thunderstorms. This picture was taken when he was hiding out in the studio with me.
Sometimes he would sit out front of the studio to greet people. He was very vocal.
He was very thoughtful. He loved to sit and look out the window. Buster will be missed greatly.