April 29, 2004

I waited anxiously at work all day after dropping Basette off at the vet’s this morning. Her eyes hadn’t improved any from the night before. She still seemed to be able to see where I was. She came over and sniffed my feet, purring loudly. She even followed me into the office the night before. However, she seemed confused. Patient, purring, and not sure what was going on. With her eyes like that,...