Sick dog and Sunday morning randomocity

Atari's sick.

He had a serious bladder infection. He's been on antibiotics for almost a week and that looks to be cleared up now, for the most part--until yesterday it looked like he was peeing grape juice. Now his pee looks nice and clear.

Unfortunately this is because he's on really powerful antibiotics, which means when I get home from work there's usually a surprise or two or three hiding somewhere in my apartment.

There's another thing, though, and that's his arthritis. It's getting really bad, really fast--yesterday he couldn't make it up the stairs without my help. He can barely walk.

He goes back to the vet late this week for a follow up and they'll probably x-ray him, and I'm pretty sure it'll be time for his vet and I to have that talk. I think it's almost time to have him put down.

Hopefully I"m just being dramatic but I'm preparing myself. If this does happen I'm not sure how I'll handle it.

Whitney Houston died last night--I was chatting with a friend who is a huge fan of hers when the news came out. My friend is grief-stricken. I never listened to her music, myself--it's not my bag--but I understand those who are in serious mourning. Bon Scott and John Lennon helped me to make it through my adolescence and they both died within a month or so of each other. It was a brutal time in my life. So, even though I'm not all that affected by Whitney Houston's death, I understand those who are, and my thoughts are with her fans and her friends and family.

So, this morning, much love for everyone reading this. Peace.