2020 Sunday — Raining Buckets

This afternoon about 3:30 the rain started pouring and it rained for several hours.

Our dog Max is in his last days of life. He has slept all day, except to go outside to potty once or twice with Mr.Fun. He hasn't eaten in more than 24 hours. I lifted him last night from the front room sofa to put him on our bed so that Mr. Fun could put drops in his eye (not for sight -- it's to keep pressure off the eye; we've been doing this for almost a year). As I lifted and carried him, he was very warm; a fever I'm sure. He's lost weight. He doesn't appear to be in pain. If we were good dog-parents, we'd go to the vet and get this over. Huge sigh.

Signing off from Cayucos
on California’s Central Coast,
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol