What is there to say?

Spike is sick, so off to the vet we go in a couple of hours. Hopefully it's easily treatable. I'm worried, but trying not to be. Afterall, he is eating, drinking, and playing still.

My world is still crumbling though the initial shock and disgust has worn off. Not that I'm over it, but the urgency and the upset has died down. For now, anyway.