Saturday, March 7, 2009
Don’t tell anyone, but I skipped out for a quick visit to New York City last night. It was a brief escape but boy, did I need it!
My husband held down the fort while I joined a group of my girlfriends to celebrate the birthday of our dear departed friend, Pat. Hard to believe that it’s been a year since she was gone, and as great as it was to see everyone, there was a noticeable hole in the evening. We all cooked recipes that she taught us and exchanged wonderful stories about the thirty plus years that we’ve all known each other. The party was held at a very special penthouse apartment that has extra meaning for me because it’s where my husband asked me to marry him eighteen years ago. This is the view from the terrace.
Back at home, we’ve had good news. Pepper’s blood test came back without any major problems. She’s got a very bad urinary tract infection and terrible arthritis. The tramadol helps her sleep through the night, but if I give it to her during the day she can’t stand up because she gets so woozy. The antibiotics upset her stomach so I give her Pepcid. We’ve got three more weeks of pills, and she hasn’t any appetite. Last night, my husband could only get three of the five pills she takes into her. I’m hoping that the warmer weather will help since we can get her to move around outside a little. I’ve heard about a place that does swimming therapy for dogs, so I’m going to check it out.
It was a glorious morning in New York City. The air was so soft and warm, and the sun was shining. I walked down through Central Park before hopping on the train. But as much as I love Manhattan, I was really happy to get home. Everyone here was so glad to see me -- especially Silk.