My heart stings today. Well, my “Heart” is blowing out his summer coat with wild abandon and making a point of discovering if any new Things have been stashed around the house. His girlfriend sleeps. They both had a hard day yesterday.

My weasels are both officially adrenal. Treatment in Japan is expensive and inconvenient, or else just dangerous. Wilson is showing signs of some other old-weasel problems.


At eight years old it’s no surprise. But last night when I was talking to the doctor I couldn’t stop myself from imagining life without them. I can’t… it just hurts.