Well, I'm still here, and I've nicked Luvbug's laptop:)
Scooter is in the kitchen tonight, on mouse duty. We haven't had a mouse in the kitchen since the winter, but he has a long memory :)
Anyway.... look what I found! This is a poem about Scooter that I wrote five years ago...
I wish I had known in 2007 that I would have at least another five years to share with Scooter. I'm glad to know that I told myself to enjoy him while I can and to focus on the present..... the poem is painfully relevant now.I watch my friend restat my side, paws curled in sleep,eyelids tightly closed.
A flicker of tail,a shudder ripples through thefur, betraying dreams.
What night-thoughts does hesee, that stay out of my reach?Mice and birds and hunts?
Perhaps it was justa shiver of old age, awarning to me: be
ready for the timewhen I shall search for movementthrough tears, and in vain.
Never mind. Rest now.I will not let that futuresadness soil this peace.
And so, I watch himstretch, yawn, pad, roll, sigh, curl backinto precious sleep.
So, I'm not going to give him any more of it. The v-t said that there is another steroid he could try, but I can't remember the name of it. He asked me to call and let him know how things are going, so I shall call him tomorrow and ask if we could try a couple of the alternative he mentioned.
Thank you again for all your love and support........