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Post-op Cece has been eating cilantro and parsley and carrots and carrot greens, but I have never seen her reject a strawberry before.
She tried to drink from the water bottle and just seemed to lose interest. I put out a bowl of water in case she is uncomfortable drinking from the bottle. Any other tips for keeping her hydrated?
Cece is home. The vet said she woke up from the surgery and was immediately eating. When I went to pick her up, the vet tech seemed to be trying to delicately tell me that Cece eats everything. She’s clearly hurting and unhappy. I tried to tempt her with a little piece of strawberry, and she jerked it out of my hands and devoured it. I’m pretty sure she’ll be okay.
Taking Cece in for her surgery shortly. All the love and good wishes for her and her recovery (and for me!) have given me some warm and fuzzy feelings. I am sure that if Cece could read and comprehend human emotions, y’all would all be honorary members of the Food Bringers Club. (Food Bringers are Cece’s favorite kind of people.)
Can I be her when I grow up?
I listened to a lot of Joni Mitchell and Carole King as a teenager. Before I left Atlanta a few months ago, I was at dinner with some friends, and there was a group of women who pulled out guitars at dinner and strummed two chords.
"I LOVE Joni Mitchell!" I exclaimed as they launched into Big Yellow Taxi. It was a nice addition to my going-away dinner.