Master Elvis is home (meaning he does not need to spend another minute at the vets) , IV drip out of his little arm, he is shaking a lot, lot less, still has no appetite but I am happy to have my little boy home.
Elvis and I are exhausted and ended up crashing on the sofa and drifting in and out of sleep for the past three hours. It was so beautiful to have him in my arms.
I have never been so tired in my life and I was doing some weird shit around my house like cleaning the lint filter in my dryer, colour coordinating my sock drawer and the list goes on and on and on.
Anyways…sleep awaits me.
I promise a better blog entry tomorrow
Reney
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