Making the most of life - you never know when it might be over.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 4.
Tears: Lots.
Overall day: 💑

When Furry Mama read all the lovely comments that baggees had written about Creative Clara's blog yesterday, she turned into a blubbering mess. Clever Bird decided to re-read her blog, and Furry Mama became even more of a blubbering mess. Clara had only managed to write it because Hormonal Hannah was giving Baggy one of her out-of-body experiences; Baggy's self-preservation method - kind of going into a dream mode and watching things that Baggy can't cope with from afar, as if they're happening to someone else.

Furry Mama gave Minty Mutt his dementia drugs, then bathed his poorly skin. Then as promised she took her two furries to Southwold for a bit of sea salt therapy.

Freda Fretter wasn't entirely sure that this was the best plan for a poorly furry, but actually, it seemed to do him no end of good, and Baggy is just thrilled that after three weeks, Calum seems to be almost fully well again! Apparently, that was the first time that he's swum in nearly 25 years. Baggy was thrilled that she found that little fact out once he was back on terra-firma!

Minty Mutt was encouraged by his Dad's efforts (all five minutes of them), to have another paddle.

Walking on that beach with a broken toe - interesting. Time to dry off the furries. And go for a coffee.

This evening Furry Mama had a call from the vets with a quote for Minty's operation. It will probably be next week. Meanwhile, they will live life to the full.........