I fear that the six month prognosis for Sirius was overly optimistic.
Monday night the poor boy began having trouble breathing, and yesterday her wouldn’t lie down or settle for more than 30 seconds at a time. For most of the time he would just stand there, panting.
The vet came out this morning to have a look at him. He is struggling to breathe, however the vet decided to try some meds which could give us another few weeks with him, if they work. Either way, best case scenario, we are looking at weeks with our poor boy, and at worst we’re looking at days. I’m hoping the meds work…
It goes without saying that my concentration has been a mess over the last few days. I haven’t been writing the way I want to or usually do, nor have I been taking photos. I just haven’t had a clear enough mind to be able to focus.
I think the fact that I have been able to continue my workout regime through all of this is the primary reason I have been able to keep my head above water where it comes to my mental health. Circumstances do seriously suck though.
Between the slow down with work, the pandemic, and now the stuff going on with Sirius, I think it’s safe to say that I am totally over 2020 already.