My beloved Dad — I am choking right now writing this. He’s gonna die. It’s a done deal and his doctors have already written him off (money grubbing bastards) , and he’s gonna die. 87.
This ruptured tendon in his leg is gonna do it for him. ; You can’t have even a little surgery if you are on blood thinners. It’s like artificially induced hemophilia. If they take him off it for even a day, he will have a heart attack. He knows it, and he’s humorous about it, but it will happen. There is blood leaking in there, and he knows it. And that foot swells and swells and swells.
He has been always worried about his dog Herbie. I have taken care of Herbie, I have my wonderful hairdresser/friend Tammie who will take Herbie when he passes.
I , ummmm, just can’t stand it. I love my Dad SO much. OH GOD.
Me and my sister had The Talk tonight. What we want to do is keep Dad’s and Mom’s house. Not sell it. Because where we are, the trailer court, will probably be sold — after all, it has a LAKE, the property will be worth much more to the owners in future. Land is worth more than money.
So, then me and Sis and her hubby would all have to live there TOGETHER. A little difficult, but manageable. With critters.
Marvin and Teddums would probably love to be OUTDOOR/indoor cats. I know they would. Better get them into Dr Mary to get their shots haha.