The Bed
by Toulouse Lautrec
Some of us would like to just stay in bed and hibernate until Christmas morning. In Seattle, we've had non-stop news coverage of the train catastrophe, along with relentless rain and epic traffic jams. On the bright side, the weather is supposed to lift with cold and clear days before Christmas. Hopefully the family will have an easier drive over the mountains Thursday.
This morning we're all concerned about Roger, our dear furry family member. He's been a fixture at every Christmas since 2007 when he was still the "only child." He has suffered from a mysterious respiratory aliment for over an year, and even the best vets in the state haven't able to determine the cause, much less a cure.
He's been doing mostly OK lately, but Amanda said yesterday he took a sudden and serious turn for the worst. His lungs are filled with fluid, and we don't know yet if he can recover. My heart just breaks for Amanda, Tom and the girls facing such a sad situation right before Christmas.
So many memories. This is a picture of Roger and his cat Jack, in happier times.
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