When it could be your last day on earth!

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): Black.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 9.
Tears: No - they won't come!!
Overall day: 😸

Sorry baggees, but this week has been a real struggle. Suffice to say that number one furry is far from well. He seems to be suffering some major side effects of the antibiotics he's on, but will he go back to the Doctor's? Of course he won't! But some of them are of the "Stop taking immediately" variety. Men. Minty Mutt is clearly far from well too. Tomorrow he has to have surgery. Truth be told he may not make it through. At times like this Clever Bird resents the happy pills that seem to be preventing Furry Mama from shedding a few tears at the thought. Or maybe it's just that she refuses to believe that he's not strong enough for the op. Hopefully he will be fine. But he's now on no food, as he's in at 8.15am tomorrow. Hormonal Hannah has hit the wine. Poor Cal feels the same, but can't have any. So today they gave Minty Mutt a special day. Between the wine and Freda Fretter's major concern for the boy, Creative Clara hasn't had the energy to blog (sorry). So here's today in photos:

 

 

 

 

 The revolting (Cancerous?) lump that has to be removed tomorrow - not that it bothers Minty.

 

 The view of Walberswick from Billy Bob, while we ate our lunch.

 

Let's hope this is one of many more trips with Minty Mutt to Southwold.............