Yes, I had forgotten to mention that Puddy had developed bone cancer in her legs but I was so fuzz headed right after she died. Had I known that earlier, events would probably have transpired differently. In the end, it's the pneumonia that took her, a cruel twist of fate after she had improved so much on the B vitamins. Still, she had two days at the end of her 14 years when she was my Puddy girl, so I'm thankful for that.

And I'm doing ok. Night time is still rough because Puddy isn't upstairs waiting for me and early morning is strange because I don't have to line up her meds and get her subQ's and syringes ready, etc. My PT friendships have helped me immensely as have my memories of my Calico Queen. Thank you for asking, everyone. You're the best.