Taking the queen and ranger to the vet this morning, they both were up to their prior usual antics.
Our queen climbed onto the couch and tried to eat fake grass, and our ranger kept ranging all over up and down – including both trying and succeeding at easing onto my shoulders while I was sitting.
Then, our queen settled onto my lap and our ranger came and went as they both received cuddles, head-boop-groomed each other in gentle affection, and absorbed my carresses while stretching into gentle spine-flex rubs.
For once, we were there as a happy family.
Yes, the three of us are each falling apart in various stages – but we’ve belonged together.
Unified.
And I realized that this moment – for such rare moments as these – is what all of the struggle to keep them some version of healthy and alive has been all about.
Pure caring.
Sparks of joy
Love.
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