If he had meant to make me think that he was about to break up with me, Cowboy did a good job this afternoon. He sent me a few cryptic messages, and ended them with the dreaded “call me later and we can talk about it” phrase. I imagined all kinds of disasters, reasons for him to leave me, accusations and other awful relationship woes.
It was worse than that. It was news about Sunshine.
She had a cough and a runny nose when I was there, and we put it down to the cold weather. She has been this way for over a month now, and has lost weight. Cowboy sounded worried. That’s how I know that serious shit is going down.
He’s wormed her, and is giving her a course of antibiotics for a week. If she’s not looking up by then, it’ll be time to call the vet. I hope above all hopes that she bounces back and there is nothing more ominous that she has to endure. Here is more news that I am now waiting for…
It is telling that the thought of losing her makes me as emotional as it does. It might be just down to old memories of losing Domino so swiftly I didn’t even fully understand how sick he was, but part of it is definitely about her. For all her issues, I adore her spirit.
Be better, Sunshine. Please.