It has been more than two months since our beloved Emma left us. Mom and I still talk about our sweetheart every day. Her ashes still sit on the couch, where she loved to sleep. We talk to her when we walk by her favorite bush; the bush she would almost always pretend she was hiding under. Our Emma may be gone. She will never be forgotten.
As the title says, this post is about Ufi. In more ways than maybe is appropriate, it’s about me too.
This post has updates about my eye, Ufi, and Mr. Rogers.
This post has updates on my eye, our broken furnace, Ufi, and my playing basketball.
Ufi is an amazing dog! Here is another story that demonstrates how special he is and how lucky we are to have him.
This time we have news on my eye, Ufi, and Scorpio.
The summer of stress and worry around here has continued until the fall. Yesterday afternoon, Scorpio, who is rarely sick, began vomiting. In about 10 hours, he vomited about a dozen times. He didn’t keep down his dinner or the ice cream Mom gave him. When he couldn’t keep down the boiled beef we tried this morning, it was time for him to go to the vet.
Today was a beautiful sunny day. It may have been the last warm sunny day this year. So, we made the most of it.
Ufi was very active today. He played with his ring a ton. He went in his pool a lot. I just love seeing him enjoying life that much.
Mr. Rogers has been outside for 15 hours. Whenever I sat down, the little guy came looking for attention. He is the friendliest, most loving cat I have ever known. He’s very needy, but Mr. Rogers is great at making you smile.
Scorpio spent lots of time outside too. As I listened to baseball, he settled next to me and wanted to be touched. Being typical Scorpio, if I stopped to change games, he would scratch at my arm or leg. He doesn’t scratch hard enough to hurt, but he lets you know you aren’t doing what you are supposed to be doing.
I played basketball for almost two hours. For a lot of that time, I was also tossing Ufi’s ring. It was a wonderful day! I hope we have more like them, but if this was it–we made the most of it.
Since Ufi was diagnosed with cancer, many people have asked me when I’m going to get a new dog. As the title says: I’m not ready.
Ufi has been doing better than I was expecting him to be doing. He really has a strong will to live.
