We got back yesterday in the late afternoon after a pretty successful trip out west. This is my last trip as an employee of a California company. That last sentence has been eleven years in the making...
The bad news here at home is that Ki, my sixteen year old puppy, is failing rapidly. I figured he wouldn't do well with us gone. Even though our wonderful neighbor, Mike Taylor, took excellent care of everyone in our absence, Ki just doesn't like eating when we're not around. He lost even more weight and didn't want to eat much when we got in the door. John and I took turns holding him. John thought his breathing was labored.
We hurried out to grab a sandwich - there was no food in the house - and we headed to the store to pick up stuff for us and for Ki. My last hope was to see if he'd eat some canned tuna mixed with steamed rice: that's my ace in the hole when he doesn't want to eat. He actually did pretty well last night, and he ate three small helpings today - and I think he's perked up just a bit. It's clear, though, that he's getting ready to pass on. I'm just grateful that I don't need to worry about week-long trips in the near term, at least.
I'll finish up my current gig at the end of the year. I'm doing documentation and some design work for a new system. We'll see if there's continuing consulting work to do out west...
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