Last night Beldin, our boy kitty, wasn't acting like himself. I thought it would be a good idea to take him in today to have him checked out. When we told them his symptoms they told us that we should get him in now. Luckily, our vet does late hour emergency care so he got to the people that know him.
He was severely dehydrated and some weird gas bubbles showed up in his x-ray...so they kept him over night. We just found out that they are running more tests and they want to keep him until Monday.
Since the day we got both of them 7 years ago, they have never spent the night anywhere but here at home. Apparently, he did not take any of this well. Meowed all night and kept chewing his IV.
That's my boy. Causing havoc wherever he goes.
Okay, so it has been waaayy too long.
The 3 Day was awesome (in the Eddie Izzard meaning).
Opening Ceremonies was amazing. I did manage to carry a large flag, cry, AND walk up/down wet metal stairs without falling on my ass.
I had several people taking pictures of my shirts. The favorites were:
My Best Friend's Battle is My Battle
Walking the Streets to Save the Girls
Don't Pretend Like We Didn't See You in the Showers Last Night.
I did find that I suffered a more intense version of con drop for a few weeks after. Weird. Part of that may have been that I had a ton of work to catch up on after I got back and partly because I managed to tweak my knee. While going up hills sucks...going down hills will mess you up.
I had several wonderful 5 minute relationships.
But more importantly this year was more of an impact since my friend was going through chemo while I was walking. The signs, the music, the stories...if I think about them I just become a teary mess all over again.
Of course, I am signed up for it all again for next year.
I must be a masochist or something...